I'M Lost Anyway.. Poem by Krissy Disillusion

While there is still life left in me
I counter act the obvious,
shine through the eyes of onyx.
Twisting fate with tempting fingers-
a loss, a gain,
I get it. I see all.
There is blood in your eyes tonight.
We fade in and out
diagonal and nine-sided.
We want it, we want it.
We take it. The bond strengthens.
I bleed honesty (shielded) breaking through painful truth.
Meaningless obsession carved into bare skin;
We need it, we need it.
We give it. The bodies curl.
Desires glow, the faint embers of solace.
Hold out your hands to receive my paled will.
Push away memories flogged by my insincerity,
by your selfish acts.
(It no longer matters since our recent lack of caring.)
We love it, we love it.
We take it. The innocence sighs.
Feral mornings haunt the horizon
as bare skin touches, caresses,
limbs and hearts a mesh.
This concave reality, beckoning me forth
under the illusion of a sweet stillness,
unrealized, unresolved.
We have it, we have it.
We give it. The black night rests.