decimated in the interest of eternity

Black blood shining with diamond dreams,

incubating beneath my skin,

the rust of an iron moon floods my head,

like the whisper of a shadow,

while a falling sea dressed as a storm,

talks in the language of spring showers,

resting in the gardens flowers,

light smears out the void of winter,

we lie on smoother pictures,

lying in bliss for hours,

relying on soothing fixtures,

inspired by our intrascriptures,

heralding the futures pictures,

that come and go like sanity devoured,

devoid of power,

a storm without a light house tower,

our conjectures fade to black and flicker,

as the mixtures of our mental motion pictures bicker,

as the you and me we want to be,

are decimated beyond distinct debris,

and banished hence a long since gone dead sea,

released into thy own eternity.

And forevermore set free.