The Absintheur

"Here lays a dead man" says the coward voice
Below the loft in the a scattered city
These absinthe dreams that burn your heart
No fool for pity
Lie awake to the sound of sweat; dripping into your swollen eyes
Awake to the sight of melting walls; drowning you into unconsciousness
The morning brings but a dull pain
Your voice is cracking
And your shallow veins
Within them flows the blood of weakness
As the day rolls on with daydreams of fire
They burn the eternal question;
"Will my life ever come back to me?"
  Like a lonely child, seeking comfort, you found it here
  Deep within the sugar sweet taste of madness
  A tempestuous tandem of bitter nectar, tears that swarm your pupils
When you drink it
In your weak body; insanity reigns
Your lonely night is now a cabaret
The band plays inside our mind; the dissonant chords are pleasing to your bleeding ears
The mirror in the spinning room breaks before you
Shards of porcelain from the sky fall to find a place between your wrists
It keeps you alive long enough to see your face; picked clean by scavengers
You think about those too headstrong to be ravaged by euphoria, you laugh at them
The green goddess lays down with you tonight
Out of the dark she steps
The velvet that shares the tint of your drink covers her body
It falls to the ground
And she is seen in glorious light; her skin brown, eyes burning with green obsidian
She dances for you; glowing with intent
She reaches for your hand, and you both entwine
Her lips sweet, her tongue venom, her hands find you, lying in wait
And you give in so easily...What could judge you now?
What could hurt you now?
She makes love to your soul...grinding and stealing
Your are untouchable
And empty...