Eroding

Master one’s grief
and I walk through dying gardens
Suffer martyrdom, enforced to admit my fate
I came across
abysmal
feelings never met, before
Audiece
thou adorned, ivy
of the thousand pleasures
Apologia’s withering, words echoing in silence
you used to be the apple of my eye, a flame within me
my armful’s bleeding as the fleshy aroma still disarms
me
and thorns become the carpet for my dream
Come apart, in my hands, be one with your emotions
lay down to the kingdom of the auburn one
imposing view, I’m dying of touch you deep
pain you shall feel, painful
odes to flay the untouchable skin
that I kiss.
Don’t catch me as I fall, let me touch the end