Accursed thing that lurks
Daytime denies your petting
The role I play in the sun
Is amnesiac to your howls
By eve you become feral
And I hold everything dear
Against the door that you push
With vigor, you collide
A coin’s toss most days
You burst in and devour
My sanity in ruin
You tire and retire
I collapse underneath
The enormity of my desires
With one to have none
Whittled to a pinecone
In a repeated dance
With you and with my grave
A ritualistic ode
An avalanche of nothing
A void of my painsoaked creation
Of rooting out the weeds of poison
Breeds more absence
Deprived senses and muted landscapes
The unfamiliarity of lack of desire
Numbs and alarms
With borrowed providence
I wish it gone
Poison or elixir
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Come back, please, come back
Please grow back on me
I need sustenance to hold closed
This door that damns and shields
Me from that accursed thing
It lurks and needs petting