collapse_on_me

smoked my fingers as cigarettes and turned my hands to ash. i dreamt you were a monument that fell around my feet, i never knew dust could taste so sweet. ate my eyelids, but i'll never truly see again. i wanted to be your architect, and sculpt you out of clay... your skin is smooth but cold -fallen to the floor -there you lay. severed my limbs, they lie naked on the ground -rendered me heartless, left with only the faint beating sound. i would've been your carpenter to widdle your delicate form from hickory and pine -but my knife was too dull and i couldn't cut through your knots- collecting as the clots in my blood -arteries, capillaries clogged with your cold black dust, your dark clammy clay, i just wish you would've stayed....