Holding Hands With A Ghost – Day 120, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Blood,
And,
Wet lips full of sugar?
Are immiscible without an emulsifier found in,
Tears trickling down your cheeks while laying down,
Dead inside,
Confounded.
Puzzled by a con you’ve found in a pit of darkness.
Love,
Vampiric in nature is nothing,
But,
A spectral sending chills through your bleeding vessel with each touch,
As subtle as it is.
Once it’s unbuckled from a kiss,
You’re left panting,
Exasperated by its imbecility.
Revealing its true face!
Lust with a herculean ability,
To disintegrate every bit of joy into ash,
Whether it’s a cigarette,
Or,
Joint along side a drink in your hand,
As cold as the scorn who possesses such quavery strength!
Most cannot withstand…
I’m surprised I’m,
Still alive from a pernicious crash,
For as long as I’ve inhaled a noxious gas,
Confused for the scent of a rose exposed as,
A Kiss of Death…