Vampiric Embargo

Distorted

beyond recognition

some crimson delusions

go through life

not knowing

to sum up everything

unless

subtracted and divided

only to be multiplied

by an evil alter ego.

More faithful

than the pale shadows

left a few steps behind

we create lasting

memories

within touch

only

to prove

to one’s memory

that feeling left out

when into this world

is no tragedy.

Lynched
by former spells of dew

a mild tempest of stigmas

takes over my atlas.

In the same spirit,

full of horrid enigmas

inseparable from self-consumption,

most revelations

are rooted in two hearts.

Ravaged by the willfulness

of freezing cold

burning cheeks
are eventually embraced

and loved

by the  quiet thieves
that we are,

guilty of arson
and forswearing afterwards.

Q.E.D.and all 
we keep running and running

away from a bloody mess

while in our own heart
we rehearse

coming back for less.