An Ode to Muses to Melpomene

Alcoholic

Ominous sorrow rolls over the wrong side of the bridge.

Try breathing, by calling out my name.

The clock strikes three,

As the siren song of somber serenades me.

Pump your body with the toxins of failures.

Your throat fills with liquid, as do your lungs,

When you bless me with the gargle of your choking.

Please, stop driving so close to the edge.

Slow down to the tempo of my pulse.

Use my assurances as fuel and say cheers

Because I pleaded for the recipe of a sound slumber.

As I read the shape of your face with my fingers,

You teach me braille.

You profess your love in melodies unspoken.

I wonder if you meant to tell me that,

Or if your memory is just as hazy as these horn-shaped clouds.

Your mind's view fogs the glasses of sobriety,

Twisting the perception of your persona,

Committing manslaughter of thought.

Now, copper strings grip the weight of your life,

As you tip the scales of mortality,

And test the patience of God's favorability.

You part the waters of the Bay for a taste of my affections,

Only as your heart fills with dread,

As your past punctures you with lead.

Refrain from fantasies of cherubs,

Only focus on the lights of my eyes

And return to your guardian angel.

Feed your appetite with insatiable warmth

And hold me as my bones shiver under the blankets of rope.

A kiss gave me the taste of poison

And a craving for berries of unknown contamination.

A stranger to me in abstinence,

Who knows what it means to escape life?

So please, dream with me.

I'll wake you from your nightmares

And address my devotion to the man without bands, but plenty of rings.

Hold my porcelain skin on steady trays.

Lay with me as I memorize your heartbeat's rhythm,

So that I know venom no longer flows through the capillaries of your sight.

Smiles mask the blackouts of your mind,

As comas fill the gaps with bliss.

I pity the Catholics.

I don't require confessions to absolve myself of sin.

Only a reason to live as I plead to be rid of the reasons to depart.

Please, do not depart with the morning sun,

I'll shut the drapes and shade you from what lurks in the shadows of your psyche.

I am left with silent emotions,

The thirst for the elixir of death.