My Love Addiction

Darkness is the ether through which I fall.

I am a moonslave—a werewolf—at my master’s call.

I am a crusader in search of a holy grail

Crafted of her porcelain skin: so pale, so frail.

My heart shatters at the gentlest touch

—I should have expected as much—

For the nightmare tide comes high too soon

When the cord is cut from reality’s womb.

Evil alive in listless eyes

Spoke to me at the last sunrise:

“Do you know what love is?”

Yes—past the stares and cares of a feeble kiss,

I know that love is ignorance; love is bliss,

Love is to abandon logic, love is to know

That the body is moving, but no mind of where to go.

I cannot break this fatal addiction

Because the old cold in my soul welcomes affliction.

I return to be operated,

—Eviscerated—

On this sun-scorched slab where I lie,

Her fingers probe within, I watch as I die.

I should have expected as much.