by Kenny L. Mitchell

Created on: June 27, 2009

"silicon (son)set"

her eyes
were
(two)
shimmering
Cesspools

the once
sacred bond
we shared

lie in
toxic
Ruin

our once
symphonic
melody

has become
a scratched
vinyl

with
grooves
so thin

they
were
anorexic
in nature

once upon
a lie

her sweet
Kisses

tasted of
autumn
Honey

and now
the mere
Sight

turns my
Stomach

as would
sour
Milk

the wretched
resolution
(of us)

is only
Mellowed

by a tiny
Cherub

whose
Eyes

match
the sacred
brown
of my own

much like
a persistent
thorn

in
my sweet
Rose

her evil
scheme
stretched

even to
my wayward
Seed

to cause
internal
and maternal
Strife

you married
another
and took
away my
Soul

without
even
affording
Me

a long
kiss
Goodnight

across the
desert
Sands

My
Is heart
buried
as hot
Tears

turn my
silicon
ground

into
shattered
Glass

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