No Such Thing
Aching, yawning, panging void
Arcing thunder, deep, deployed
Agonized response and call
Pinging off these gilded walls
Tower, yearning, gaping maw
Hunger, frothing, gobbled up
Gears beneath brought to a halt
Mirrors reflecting desperate thoughts
Memories of meals, left thirsty
Release, an animal to chase
Fires on an altar burning
Wax to drip upon my face
Faith to feed, a sin unchanging
A son bespoke for yonder moon
Elements of spatial, chasing
Marquee crying, coming soon
Stretching out, spaghettifying
Spread thin over too much bread
Death defying, braying, sighing
Deifying you, inside my head
Haste in haunted halls left empty
Hurried into chambers cold
I'd pray for scraps of deeper warming
Bend these bones for straw of gold
In old displays, forever wandering
Flowers prick, and petals press
Paintings dainty, deft caressing
In hopes of offering my neck
Sawing, walking, dreams of splendor
Hefty, weight, and lick-wet jaws
A goddess's teeth, thick for rending
Hard as velvet, soft as stone
Mouth of madness, now descending
Crown of thorns to nail me down
Sat upon her throne unending
Hear the Monarch crying out
Marvel below, embracing, sundered
Made as one, and cast to dust
Sharpened as a blade, a wonder
Left beneath the dawn, to rust
Love alabaster, forging idols
Captured in the fog of war
Craving craven vile vices
Taut between your loving arms
Lustful, leading, Will receding
Ego, fleeing, lost at sea
Dissolved into the greater motion
No such thing as you or me
Or you and I, to be pedantic
Farther, drawing, dance romantic
Hectic host now almost manic
As unity consumes us whole
Drawn upon, these walls are caving
Venus figure, rock re-shaping
Loosing rubble, falling, quaking
Lost in the subduction zone
With devil's details, mental, racing
Wickedness worth all the waiting
In your eyes, anticipating
Punishment and crime worth aiding
Abetting now in dark devotion
In deepest recess of your ocean
A tangled, torrid, lurid scene
Of limbs, and lips, and other things
Left to imaginations, leering
In jaunt, in jest, in jeer or cheering
And firmly on the tips of tongues
Hard as whispers, soft as bone
Machinations of capitulation
Caught up in clouds of true elation
As trumpets sound, and devil's sing
No such thing as you and me
No Such Thing
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