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I see the flames draw near
The way they are fed from the arrowhead
Defying the wind
burning towards the target
slow motion
approaching its destination with indifference
ready to rip, tear and splinter
muscle on bone
I stand ready with heart exposed


      No! try it again
      but this time from the depths
      the lines are written with dimension, passion
      and you deliver cardboard 
      Your end is near
      let me feel it
      Improvise if you must

I am but an object
A shell protecting
not the seed, but the void
Pull your bow and let my fate fly
Scorch me in its angry flame
until the smell of my burning flesh
becomes my only sense
before the blackness

      Ok I see you understand the premise
      But where is The anticipation, The fear
      words are music
      there are tones to each 
      like quarter or whole notes
      I am looking for an orchestra
      you give me scales

I see the glint in the archers eye
Squinting to better aim destruction
The bull’s-eye painted on my existence

      No, No!
      You are about to die
      Don’t you have any feelings about that?

No

      Well then how about a past love
      Is that something you can draw on?


A heart beats from memories pulse
The taste of life seduced in moral sin
succulent tangibles entwined in intimacy
bodies exploring divinity under Hades’ eyes
Held captive in the thought of a caress
when life was living in a gaze
never caring beyond the moment

It is not cupids arrow, that approaches
It is the decimation
the final construct of my demise
Tears stream hoping to douse fire’s course
before the penetration
of sanctuary
and what was
turns to ash


      Better but it still needs work
      Come back tomorrow 

I can’t 
I died in the thought of Yesterday