Monday, August 30, 2010

Addiction

I miss my addiction to you
the heart writhing pain   
the word choked throat
an empty cloak below   
that changed long ago
squirm, blood and flesh   
of what could have been
you and me and me and you   
still exist in the figment of
my contorted imagination   
Muses walked out on me
for what I did to you   
Now here I am -
a fading ember   
in the company of choppy waters
illuminating your   
dying foot prints!