False Momentum

your castle begins to burn to the ground all around you

the flames tare at all you have come to know

the heat rises within the its walls

yet you continue to sit upon your thrown

not moving but your hand to wipe the beads of sweat that run down your temples

the walls begin to give in to gravity

the large stones that make up the roof start to fall

one at a time, then faster and faster

sunlight pears through the now open wounds of your once home

crumbling, succumbing to the flames of retribution

the fortification meant to protect you has become your demise

It Tasted So Sweet

the taste of posion lingers on your lips as you move away from mine. the thought of death begins to linger upon your mind. walking back and forth upon the surface of your imagination. leaving behind foot prints as to where it has wondered. each one sending an intense visualization before your very eyes. fingers that you recognize as your own run over your lips before pulling them away. your look of confusion changes at the hands of what is happening, morphing into the subtle expression of shock that flows across your face, only to be washed away from the coming fear of the uncertainty of what comes next. quivering inside your own body your eyes attempt to make one final connection. staring deep into mine searching for the answer to that one word question; why? your chest begins to freeze, halting its exchange for fresh breathable air. knees buckle as gravity takes you, leaving you motionless on the floor where we once made love. eyes beginning to glaze over while your lively skin takes on a shade of pale, a color of blan that can only be painted by death. your body lay there intimately upon the naked floor which begins to steals your now unneeded warmth. sitting upon a chair in the far off dark corner, my eyes scan over your limp body as a smirk erupts upon my face.