sulfur and vitrol.

and i am bound by this.

my eternal flaw, soaking up blood and pus with its trails.

wisps of smoke purify the air.

yet it nullifies the feeling i thought i had.

she swells, and i seperate from myself.

and i vomit.

i run away, trembling, quaking.

footsteps muffled by sobs, quick and dead sobs of defeat.

they are the sorrow’s sounds.

and away i walk, answering my siren’s call.

the call i heard throughout the rapture.

yet i couldn’t answer.

i reached for your number out of the air.

and heard you speak.

god damn innocence.

being oblivious to it kills me.

becuase letting you in lets me out.

a mall revolving door.

without the fun.

cars rush by my car rushing by my head.

thoughts diluted by paranoia and madness.

stopping to inspect words on the backs of products.

sulfotetracholorpentacarbonate.

the name looks deadly, itself.

consuming carbons.

feeling them crack against the lining of their throat.

at least IT works.

but a force from across oceans stopped it,

reverb and remove it from me.

and with drano returning to its rightful sink,

the cycle ends and leaves me

breathless.

soulless.

and alone. again.