A Treatise On Love

The journey is set in motion

Carefully jumping in, struck with painful devotion

Waiting for the right time, this won't be the last

Swimming through the ancient archives of the past

Trekking through the vine strewn tunnels of the good and the bad memories

Stepping into the cast that replaces me

Climbing down the decaying passageways that have lived for centuries

Relying on what is known- and what is not

Replaying the gruesome crusades that once forsook me

Reembroidering the truths that had once failed those who believed

Emptying my sanctum of hidden vehemences

Pledging my knock-off allegiances to the one who tore the stability from the falling crest

Run

Flee

Scram

It's all I hear as I do everything but-

Running circles around the idea that everything could be [middle-of-the-road] again

Facing the inevitable truth, a riddle as it erodes again

Running down my wrist-

Blood

Dripping

Pooling

Staining the hair on my arms a dark, dirty red

Sitting there as I convince myself you were the monster, my thoughts were all but canorous

Spreading as if it were cancerous, the consequences of my murderous actions

Spinning, my head, as the distractions fade

Earsplitting ringing consuming my emptiness as my triumphs die out

Ring

Chime

Knell

Burning down from the inside out

Tumbling down through the beaten paths, in between the coniferous tunnels

Confiding in the wonder of days through a faint funnel

Slipping into the endless horrors that are my despondent thoughts

Dropping into the gulling eucatastrophe, the anguish broadened

Excruciating torture surging through the mountains of memories

Exhilarating betrayal that does nothing but devalue

But his love saved me, and then I said "I do"

The new journey begins...