Gasoline; Smells Like Hate, Goes Down Like Love

In the phantom fields of the unseen,
bathing skinless in gasoline,
my tongue fell from my lips
and sliced through the mist
that was once the barbwire around my wrist.

And like a photograph,
ripped to pieces by a fake laugh,
hearts crawled across the rot;
a wasteland of fingernails
and clamant snakes twisted to a knot.

A cradle of ice so thin,
a dying child in the embrace of upside down grins.

So coughing out these breaths,
drops of blood danced in a pattern
delicately replicating the rings of Saturn.
She was holding my heart in such a fashion,
couldn't understand if this was passion,
and darling...

I'm drunk and stumbling on someone's tears,
like a ghost; pale, and faded,
your eyes like deep pools of sincerity, shaded,
sleeping on the clouds all these years,
I feel scared & unseen,
drinking gallons of gasoline.