The anti-thesis of my Self
Steps quietly through the burning fringes of my mind
Over the strewn rubble of morality
Around the charred remains of guilt
And suddenly, there you are.
The reality of it all--
You, Me, Us;
Coupled on the stairs
Like two faded porn-stars
Blooms thickly outward in a pulse of blood.
Evaporation takes me, breathing me deep into your psyche
I want to be lost,
But reality snaps
And again, I am no closer to you
Than I ever was