Hope

pass me a straw across the dining table.

you know i'm drowning in my own illusions
  molecules jammed together
through the chemistry of my brain.

the womb of the mind barren
     with respect to tomorrow.
  and rendered more parched
by a refusal to partake of the sacramental wine.

 in the lamplight love seems different
  and faces lurk around shadowed corners
all in the guise of normalcy.

     strings plucked from a broken harp
   will be my weapons of strangulation
        no matter how you struggle,
      you will still be my last note.

the gaunt glances that you bestow
  with blackened eyes
         before falling into the river
      and leaving me behind on the shore
i remember.

          wrap your light around me
       in a cloak of desperation
            so the figures that feed on red
        do not see me.

    the discovery of strange markings
  that i never knew i had
      greets me in the mirror with a grin.

   but sanity comes
 with a toothbrush and a smile in the morning.
SAUCE00hope                               bast                cenobite            19961117!   P '                             