Milk

Quick breath,
heavy and hard.
The dark night looms
towers
settles
and breaks.
Heavy and hard
the ground rises.
The foot falls
and the short breath pants and strains.
Laughing,
the maniac reels
and splutters into the light,
and the shadows whisper.
Sweet nothing, and bitter lies.
Steps and lights,
royal memories of forgotten glory,
burning house and home.
All for the sake of one night,
one day one night,
lost.

Crawling in the gutter.
The dead and dying are all that is left.
Black night, slow death,
bleeding into the morning sun
and staining the sky with terror.
Cold currents along the bright fire,
spreading across the land
into the sea and sky,
into the day and night,
whispering death.

Transparent love,
flimsy and fading
with spilt blood,
till the fingers grow stiff and cold
and the eyes fade and close.
Transparent love
blown by the wind
into the endless ice cold universe.
Empty and irresistible
thrusting daggers of sanity
into the unprotected mind,
breaking the soul into a thousand shards of scattered light.
All the fires burn and fade,
all the memories turned to dust,
all that was and shall be,
all that we ever hoped for.
Collections of vacuous dust
swirling through the infinite void,
where entropy holds sway over all.