Table for one please, ice cubes leaking in clear tap water, whispers of room dissolved in red warmth forest, bodies broken into unseen bird calls in harmony with cutlery mechanics, fork scraped against empty plate in carelessness, dusty fragments of fake china bowl clouding in misty leek soup, contaminated napkin burnt in butter stained mirth, scattered breadcrumbs reveal ancient lonely language, legs crossed in synergetic feeling of self-love, eyes closed forcing wanted imagery behind eyes that don`t respond to wishes.
It`s only wine, solemnly whispered in self-promised defeat, room shimmering in dark wine stench of burgundy, eyes lost in shadows and blurred in pretoxicated sorrow, phone vibrating in abandonment and lost in the watery underdepths of the sinking room, a chill from the cracks in the window burn forbidden taunts in helpless ears that shiver and sweat tears, body compressed in shame, soaked in burgundy, phone crying 6 miles away: You promised, why are you doing this? Questions lost in sunken answers, drunk and lost in a liquid death, all blood left defeated, floating in the abscess of the heart.
Bonzai tree sleeping on windowsill, soaking golden Sun from the skies and hair like golden vines spiralling archaically, head drooped over in worldly wonder, seven ocean shimmers glow from contempt mind, armchair creaking in lung mechanic pulse, clockwork heart ticking in sync with bird songs, wandering mind held onto the bonzai tree in a lonely innocence, lost in a forest of shrinking life, like Gods floating above a mass of dreams or clouds exiled above a hopeless land, no one left to look up to the stars and pray, as the bonzai tree and golden girl sleep in their lost embrace.
Smile curved in forgotten mathematics, angled in broken mechanics, eyes artificially lit up in conscious angst, reflecting a mirror in mirroring eyes, stitched to innocent doll face, hands held stuck in plastic molten warm toxicity, words sung and lost in a void, kisses devoid of blood or passion, gifts made of ash and bone, dust and dirt, that fade away in nothingness the moment strangled breaths hit it, lust lost in silver, two empty souls stuck behind one way mirrors.
Happy Valentines day bleeds broken social scriptures like violated prophecies stolen from lost messengers, the world leaking into conformed circuitry, viruses rejecting bad philosophy, in a formless vortex lost in the rejection of time, arms embraced in social error, love locked in blasphemous rejection of prophecy, history shattered in every heartbeat, beating broken rhythms of dead messengers, dead time, dead circuitry burnt forever in an endless low, red blood burning in flesh, rejecting machine evolution manifest of no-love, no-real, only-time. Two souls held lost unseen behind a one way mirror, a encrypted womb signalling the loss of birth in lost messages.
