January 2, 2005

Progression

He looks at her and wanders
He sees the music and sings
The wearisome trench of some malevolence
The dagger in place
Then he reaches out
And the petal falls
Her eyes close
And she is reborn
An entity pure
Lost, and tentative
Left with the meandering switch of darkness
And the nicotine leaves stains
On her psychedelic existence
The drugs age her adolescent soul
This time he sees more than before
Now he does not wander
He just stares at what he once loved
And smiles with anguish and gluttony
This epiphany un-thought
This memory seemingly doubtful
Covered with the yellow sparkles
And the dreary ruby that turns out the lights
Goodnight