she promised me a life
where i would be queen
and she herself a king
and i took up the thought
created a paradise
a dream
from a few scattered words
a few immobile notions
of something
ill-constructed
of something
ill-fated

as they say,
what begins in chaos
ends in chaos
from fire we were born
with fire we are exhumed

i cling to hope
i cling to a promised paradise
a dream created through morsels of happiness

the truth which bends
the truth that dents
is painted in past poems
in past horrors

it screams our hopelessness
it exhibits the violent despair
which created me
it demands attention
to the facts of my lurid past
it dismantles me
it destroys us

we become creatures
imprinted in the night sky
dead, bloody, lonely
we are the winter
and the rain
we are nothing
but hopelessness disquised