A Dysfunctional Affair

I plummet

Down and descend the stairs 

That tells me I cannot be any longer,

The stairs that mock my faltered step.

Enchantment does not last for eternity

And neither does a hypnotic dance, 

A hypnosis 

Eventually turned to amphetamine.

Stairs that bind my sin and shame 

I now project the color I wear;

Once blazing red, now a fitting black

I cannot burn in the dark sky,

So I take my burn and bundle it safely

To then descend the stairs.   

I wish to pierce the heart  

That scorched my breath; retribution

Is my new game

And you, my love, are my first contestant.  

You are the nucleus of my insanity, 

The shadow that holds my hand and seduces

the sins like a devils angel, devouring my friendships with the stars,

So once again,

I descend the stairs.    

An appetite consisting only of my essence

He compresses my pant,

Guzzling the spirit from my physical body as

his eyes blaze with infatuation. 

His chamber housed a thousand souls,

And mine, newly a part of that cell,   

I stare down at his cracked lips dripping with massacre,

Void of a soul

As I descend the stairs.  

I wish to lay at the heart of the universe

For so long 

that it mistakes me as

An entity of its soul, so I can seep into the center

And pump the life back into me.

A sheer desire for protection,

however 

I reach the bottom of the stairs and learn

That you

Are the creator of the staircase.