(n, x, y, z) x 6



(Ch. 1: Illusions)

She walked between the broken glass, final
words already on her lips. Poised for the final
dive at my throat. The sussurous flow of words
I heard, drove the steeper cold a little deeper.

(Ch. 2: Knowledge)

Jades of ices, crystalline over my heart. No words
to explain. Nothing detains the inevitable. Clinical
steel pries open my eyes. What wise parody did you
offer me? The ultimatum of breathing felt so final.

(Ch. 3: Desire)

Outside your world, hurled between warm and senseless,
The stupor of sleep breaks down each and every word
that occurred amid the penumbras of perhaps. Mishaps
and slick streets echo with our last lingering words.

(Ch. 4: Love)

Yet the sun stretches its rays every morning. Night
always passes along with the chill. Defenseless
once more, remembering the thrill of your lies,
I falter in favor of being altered senseless.

(Ch. 5: Life)

Returned with the light, hacking out a scream
long diminished, she reached past me for the night.
With hands too thin, opalescent skin, and silent
within her white shame, she faded back to night.

(Ch. 6: Confusion)

In the cold and empty bed, the crevice where you
used to lie looks intended and inviting. The dream
of you still stands aside, a bride with broken diamonds
for her prize. Nothing matters but the final scream.