This time he is going to build his barriers of iron
As she flees into the flee-bidden world of humanity,
He will look to the skies of immortality
For the answers laying in the crusted hands of the wise
Where she once found her only allies.
But with each passing minute, she found the dagger
plunged farther in; now everything will be repeated after
He signs away the deed to the muscle pounding
In the cavity, drowning in the ludicrousy of these surroundings.
Warnings were pointless in the fact that with each entreaty
Her mouth would blister with the denial given to being greedy
To the forms of karma, after all, she wondered, Why should I be
the only one to pay such steep prices? Leaving it to chance, she walked
With the trails of ice crackling behind her as she swapped
Compassion for the indifference with him standing under
The streetlamp that flooded the lies in his eyes, the color
bleeding away with the grey that once bore the resemblance
of something left to shudder in the inescapable suffocating cover.
Free from the hand that held his leash, he stalked
The streets with thundering beats with the intentions of blocked
arteries left unprepared in this storming nights with the trust
left to soil itself in the arms of the misleading lust.
Because this is all love is, the dire need to feel the bullet
embed itself into the stomach with nothing but lead to fill
with emotions dripping from the quill as she attempts to immortalize
what so many find to be verbalized through the asinine progressions
of these fairytale romances where it ends with a kiss
With nothing but bliss to fill the empty mind where creativity should be.