Technically Twisted.

we're not technically on the same page

but the thought of your ghost haunts my age

i'm caught between the hard place of last moment

and the rock of my first atonement

the twisted shapes of your soul carry me to a new level

and the last words i spoke were of your upheaval

how you tore into flesh and left me minus breath

torn 

from head to navel

so breathe easy in the glimmering shutters of my eyes

draw silence from the last passenger of your thighs

this was the motion sickness you injected into my lives

the boat is rocking from the tsunami you produce

cut my noose and let me loose

the rope tightens on not only my wrists and neck

but on the vacancy of your first-born shipwreck

no need for rescue

we're dying in this mess

together we drown in the sorries we deliver

without a whisper from twisted tongues 

we lie in a watery grave

for us, the bell is rung

and no longer will we invent

nor live the love that once was

because because because

and this is the last thing i'll leave you with:

a love letter from the me that refused to shift

to capital letters producing the warning of a new sentence

and the empty gains of a horribly-misguided inventions

so goodbye old friend

i'll let go as soon as your memory is dead.

~Dead to me, but not to the world. goodbye old friend.

Cuddles and Kisses,

Digress