Narcissus Eyes

This room, a field of shattered daisies
Stalks of withered doubt break in the breeze
Wishing wells of hope lie drained and rank
It all falls to the rhythm of your lies
Storms melt the ozone above
Stippling the rain as it falls on my tongue
Burning me with fire cold as your blood
And the dark cadence of your voice
Raggedy songs twist like vines over the rooftops
Shivering me as they echo down forever streets
Drawing musty shadows from forgotten gardens
Lavished with neglect
While l, clad in dry withered leaves and 
A sulk of brambles
Fall with the Seasons, trembling like a leaf
Under coverlets, sewn with promises of comfort 
Stitches undone by deceit
Night’s peace yields to floods of unquiet 
Squalls of questioning
And a tree tap tapping staccato sympathy
On the window, the wall, my bones
Time slips through tangles of sleep
And stubborn naive obsession
My heart beats a hailstorm of disillusion
Watching mirrors fox all your reflections
My innocent love lies crucified
In the orbs of your Narcissus eyes