L E T H A L I T Y

Clock-tick...  
Latch-click...  
 
          You're   g o n e !!  
 
 
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Fingertips of night smudging, smearing ebony gloss streaks  
Down dusty, grimy glass--  
Swallowing your spectral image  
In the tainted glow of neon-rainbow billboards.  
 
A twenty-first century Lancelott, you don your callousness and  
And self-loathing like a tarnished suit of armor  
On a chivalrous quest to save two-hundred-dollar Nocturne Ladies  
From drug primed pimps...  
T H E M S E L V E S...  
But---n o t  from you!!  
 
 
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Passion's fire--and my love--follow you  
Through myriads of abandoned midnite alleyways  
And already I have squandered  
The ghosts of your warmth and poisoned promises.  
 
The heaviest of down comforters  
Fail to cease my chills  
And I am just as bloodless  
As before your first lethal kisses.  
 
Your inevitable absence is the burn of frostbite  
Your eventual return an addiction--  
The relief, insatiable...  
          I    c r a v e    your presence.  
 
 
Your vanishing is like slicing away strips of my skin--  
The carving and the cutting release a chronic, artic cold  
That confronts me from deep within my crystalized soul...  
 
          I freeze and die  e a c h  time you leave.  
 
 
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From within in the hollow of our bed  
The mist of a heroine-induced haze rises  
Enfolded in the memory of your lust, I slip shivering  
Between the sweat-soaked sheets and pain-drenched pillows  
 
Longing--promising--hoping that I'LL be g o n e...tomorrow....  
 
Waiting--bargaining with the darkness--listening to...  
 
 
Clock-tick,  
Latch-click,  
 
Your footsteps stumbling up the stairs....  
 
 
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