The Angel Cries

Broken laws, remaining bound by rust stained bars
as the black and white fades with the fashion.
And as I sit here I think upon my actions and realize it all meant nothing
This is who I am; the fire of the arsonist, I burn destruction and take that which isn't mine.
I cause my own self-destruction.
Torment, constricted in flames.
Nothing eradicates the heart more than deception.
Stained words taint me.
You break the balance, and destroy that which was already left desolate.
How can you gorge yourself on my downfall when I begged for love in your eyes?
You've started this and I've become mere fractures in your alluring kiss.
And all you want is a machine, no emotions, just exterior in this moment
What is love, if love has left me behind?
Those who claimed my soul eternally have left me caught alone in the silence of static pulses.
They left me, when all was amiss
left in the dust, left, no kiss.
Never to return, lust and nothing more I crumble.
My body was trashed, as was your word.
Though you sigh, ignorant, indifferent to this, my throat constricts in agony.
And now I walk painted in the black of your eyes and have a strange vision;
There you are, twenty years from now, on the streets, diseased, alone in your decadence.
And I will be one of the vapors in the air, that yet remains to linger by your eyes.
You will forget my name, but not my face-our faces, and how you took our passion.
And you will know the sorrow of a thousand tears, just as they that streamed down the front of my neck.
Your trapped, unable to cut out your confused, conflicted, contrition.
And as I light this, you take me away-the remnants of beauty and love forsaken.

--Emoesque