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Throw weakest arms around the vessel

It is swathed in ragged cerements

Dressed in manufactured love

Excruciating affection

Rotten all the way through to the bone

Virulent to the touch

Collapsing all under its own weight

Shambling human wreckage;

broken- pitifully so- under the whip

A storm of self-destruction;

treacherous, the limerence that slips

Holding onto you with electrocution's grip

All yours

Invite suffering and entropy

To cast away reason and heart with both hands

End turn stone that which life rots of the spirit

Oh! Look upon me and my withering

How I shimmer emaciated in the half-light

Am I not the most beautiful thing you have seen?

Can you feel nothing like me?

Feel the coldness of my touch

Have I pierced the mouldered veil of your sleep?

The haunting began when the colours bled to stone

Oh! I slither through the plush grandeur of the dark

Waiting for you to call me home

Drifting in abyssic opioid fog

The spectre thieving the breath from your chest

Howling through the strangling murk of dreams eclipsed

So join me through fracture

To the precipice from where all warmth horribly fades

The blinded didactic measured with hands of coal

Scratched from poisoned ground

Alas we must embrace as lovers do

At last...

Throw weakest arms around the nothing that's left

There's nothing and nobody to call you home