Fractured

These eyes, those eyes transforming my will into a furious torment,
Burning, tempting, chilling marrows,
The words resonate on my head, in circles, a tingling echo...
The sensation of repulsion seeped onto her
Onto him, and onto me.

The vain nature in her smile,
The complex of narcissus carbon copied on my tears,
Expansions of dreams that serenade in the sky,
She asked how she wondered and how would she die,
"Would she do it?", wondered an absent ghost walking through the winter and the drowing sea of faces...the beast fed on his insides...
She gazed down at hell, grinning at the devils eyes,
While he contemplated suicide, breathing on his neck,
Laughter ceased and children burnt, it was now his lovers turn.
"Will he drink the posionous vermin of her flesh?"...the lover tired in eyes that rained through the moon and sun seeked a final rest.

Strings and strings of starstruck haters, what will come from HIS creators?
Widowed Corpses danced through the lines as pulsating vessels sneered with lies,
The night stroke her shinning head while she layed forever with the stars...
While the poet crushed his hand, swaying forth and back.
Dry lips and the bitter taste, of the stabbing words all left unsaid...

Written by AP and F.E.D