His Love Is A Dagger Poem by Krissy Disillusion

Your eyes hold me hostage;
encompassed in a sea of darkness
flecks of light coalesce.
Captive, held in bleak gardens
sprouting wraiths,
nefarious shadows.

You kiss me in the rain,
prisms falling from a
slate gray sky.
Influx of pleasing agony,
crippling us into our own
desolate pleasure.

Pain-bearer,
I reap the lunacy I have begotten.
Fear stricken yet chin held high,
I walk the front line to meet your cavalry
with focused eyes and an emotion smoothed face.
(I see your bedeviled smile and it tears me to shreds.)

I fall casually onto
the broken shards of my life
and laugh ruefully
as I am consumed
by the heat of your
terrible wrath.