To The Witch OR For the Blue Eyed Phantom

When my voice cannot reach you

And neither sympathy, nor vengeance nor love

Will move you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke

Fragile were the shapes we crafted

Yet as they fell from us; imprecise

We knew that they were wrought of light

Fragments of long lost paradise

When a fetus festers in your belly

And neither loneliness, nor abandonment nor lies

Will make you angry

I cannot give you hope

Nor I can fix all the things you broke

Under our skin roamed beasts and noise

Yet as they devoured one another; remorseless

I knew they wouldn't mar the silk of your skin
Your canvas, your frame remains ever blameless

When my eyes no longer pierce you

And neither clarity, nor numbness nor beauty

Will give dreams to you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I can fix all the things you broke

Ceaseless are my thoughts of the vapor

Yet as it curls around my toes; indistinguishable

I know it won't obscure your eyes or the mouth that spits

It pools the lifeblood from me into a fist made dull

When my touch no longer warms you

And neither romance, nor tragedy nor laughter

Will come from you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I can fix all the thing you broke

Kinetic are the words that spread between us

Yet as they form from chains to walls; impenetrable

We know that we will never see one another again

So you wrote my name inside the pages of your bible

When my fingers no longer grip you

And neither pain, nor sparks nor glass

Will draw blood from you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke

Meaningless are the symbols etched in your skin

Yet as the twist and connect; indecipherable

You know they form names I will never know

So you trickle saliva over me bearing the unbearable

When my thoughts cannot find you

And neither glory, nor lust nor friendship

Will excite you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke

Immaculate are the phantoms that haunt me

Yet as they dance and slide into the night; unfathomable

I know they twist the moonlight just to make me laugh

Everyone wants to be loved, even these fallen angels

When my tongue cannot taste you

And neither gore, nor salt water nor tears

Will scrub you clean

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke

Revolutionary are these scabs covering me

Yet as they blister and ooze seeping filth; unquenchable

You know that this disease too will die with me

And your breast forever shall be adorned with my skull

When my feet cannot run to you

And neither fatigue, nor fright nor fury

Will make you pant

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke

Iridescent are the eyes set into your skull

Yet as they twinkle and burn; unconquerable

I know you will lend me a hand when the night grows long

And for all this my heart and scalp remain bestial

When my arms no longer hold you

And neither my lips, nor my words nor my hands

Will comfort you

I cannot give you hope

Nor can I fix all the things you broke