karyon

coffee stains on notebooks, in secret, scribbles less than three vertical on her left breast, and sends kisses on the breeze, but forgets to address the envelope. i apologise           and punish myself           inside, in                       [silence]. my eye for yours.

Icy fire Burning, fuming Slicing through death Remnants to rot Hellfire and damnation Not so far off their mark Superficial smiles From frozen faces Fall to shadows As emptiness firms its hold A place left open Barren, dry, parched Hell on earth Entrenched in my soul In need of love Emotion, in its purest form But damned to forever lose And crack, stutter, shatter, fall And thus again heartbreak Or not heartbreak for there is naught to damage Wasteland fills the nooks and alleys In Tormentville This peculiar place The red light district of the soul Only the bad and the ugly rest here Amongst torn and tattered dreams