Thursday, December 18, 2014

The End

You were made of gold,
wrapped in blankets made of steel and dreams.
Now you are cold.
Toxin seeps out of your splitting seams.
I sucked it out.
I drank as deeply as you bade.
Now I don't doubt,
it was a poison that you made.

It is the end
and I'm trying to remember
where I spent
my last 10 million heartbeats.
Don't pretend
that tomorrow is a promise.
I can't lend
my breath to you anymore.
 
When did I become
the mask you wear to hide your grin?
Well, was it fun?
Did you enjoy it as you broke me in?
You made me glow.
Our fire warmed your bed at night.
But fires grow
into a blaze I could not fight.

Your raging tides have rubbed me thin.
I cannot hold your madness in.
Soon you will be a memory.
I wish you health and agony.

It is the end
and I'm trying to forget
where I have spent
my last 10 million heartbeats.
Don't pretend
that tomorrow is a promise.
I won't lend
my breath to you anymore.