Dropping bombs,

I run away,

Waiting to see the explosion 

From behind a smoke screen.

You reach out,

Your hands decay,

Repulsed, I turn away. 

 

I quench your thirst,

My words of love 

Are nectar to your ears,

But if I step back,

Your affection rots to poison.

If you can't have me,

I become hated for treason.

 

Soft eyes on the oldest, most pitiful face

Turn hard and demonic.

The world shifts tectonically,

Skyscrapers crumble

And fires blast from rubble,

Now, that love fades like a memory,

I am left stunned, catatonic.