Crows track ominously above her
Cackling in a noisy, chaotic pattern,
Their attempts to warn … meaningless,
My heart already swooned by amorous infatuation.

Where she walks, a cold wind trails,
Dead leaves scatter in the gutter,
Dreams pour out to a poison sea

Dying like snowflakes in the spring.

Her lips pierce my heart
With ethereal whispers of romance,
Empty vows injected into my bloodstream
And so, I follow through the frigid breath,
To her world of pain.

It’s a recurring delusion.
I pursue her again and again,
Each time drawn from loves precipice
Falling like an angel teased by Satan’s promise
To mend its battered wings.

I tell my heart stories of fancy,
I recite to it whimsical lines from Keats,
I convince it to be foolish and brave,
To stay in this game of love

With no hope of winning.

My tired eyes, too heavy to stay open
Pause, in the silence of my own heartbeat
I struggle, eventually prying my lids open again…

Darkness.

I reach out madly to feel my way,
Clammy hands are met
By burning cold bars of steel
She has me … trapped,

Caged in my own fucked up mind.
 
I know she’ll change
And I know I’ll stay the same,
I know there will be an end

I know it will be my beginning.