I
see
the world
melting, falling
away drip by drip,
tear by bloody tear of
the faceless faithless masses
who clamor at the slipping edges
of reality; this reality seeping away into
the deep dark cracks of dimension and matter,
of time and space and the never-ending ebb and flow,
tidal wave torrents of tears, bloody tears, and hopeless rain–
washed revenge. This universe fades away, falls into the darkness
as the lyrics of the steel-soaked sob stories and tales of the fallen fighter
soaked in sorrow. The world is melting and I melt along with it, my essence
bending and breaking, oily rainbows of faucet-drip fragments mirroring my
master’s bloody tears as he is consumed by his childish pride. His lips frame
my calling, the syllables binding me to this dripping slipping, bleeding,
melting universe, never to be freed from the cursed love that traps
my fading human fingers within the desperately clinging
clutches of this benightedly beautiful boy, too vain
to fly away with me and leave it behind,
this melting human world.