In Moral Vacuum

The mirror binds me
with its reflection.
Locking around my wrists
like a fist.
I am trapped.
A prisoner
of my self.
On trial in the light.
I am pulled and shaken.
In vain.
I will give my mind away.
To the stinging silver
of a world
I cannot escape.
Its center is deeper
than my own.
It has corrupted my eyes.
Turning them
inside out.
I am
upside down.
Letting go
of my weakness,
I discover blindness
is better.
If you are falling
in love
with the war
between darks.


Faithful Sins

Your kindness frightens me.
So foreign,
I fear it must be --
it must bring --
death.
But a package
as pretty as your smile
is too tempting
to ignore.
That’s why my skin is so burned.
I know the flames are there.
But my mind has simply resigned.
To its sickness.
Believing I need
their spiteful touch.


Choking on the Ashes

There is a hole
in my soul.
That you have walked through.
You walk through it still.
Building doors
to repeat your escape.
As I repeat my mistake.
Begging.
For you to stay.
But you show only contempt
for my knees
and their prayers.
And you don’t even bother
to knock.
Before you open my skin.
You only fill it.
Quickly.
And completely.
With the whole
of your selfish desire.
And that is just a pain.
Too great.
For my mind.
To contain.