dracula's damnation

your apparition is my parasite
gnawing at me relentlessly
until i am but wholly consumed,
careful
to leave just enough for the new day.
i have walked down roads with you,
fabricated discussions with you,
felt your phantom presence
in the murmurings of my heartbeat;
my needles still spin though the yarn has long since run out.
help.
i am a far worse creature than you ghost,
far more frightening then any demon,
with skin and features and human composition.
peel back the layers and no blood will gush forth
i am conscious only in front of the bathroom mirror
comforted with illusions of depth.

adam's eve part deux

we fall from grace
south-bound
but if we fall we fall
one palm to another
just like we promised;
my insides are no longer mine
you are my gravity
and i am

d
o
w
n

unearthed in my design is my damnation;
my garden follows me,
my garden is you.