Pessimistic serenity, another recess to my own. A burgundy table, a coffee stained note. A space for two, but only silence kept me company. Smoke rose from untouched lips, a bitter black taste filled the void. A quiet burn muffled sustained thoughts, but even smoke fades when alone. She had answers to most, yet not every soul is meant to intertwine, some are born to walk parallel. That was the only lesson she ever needed to learn.

Dripping Crimson rivers reign dunes of flesh, apart from what is mine. A carmine king dons a crown, circulating his amber like cancer. A caveat to the incompetent. A cautioned box irreversibly opened. I crave rust, a caustic appetite, a palate for ferrum. They are prone to affliction and conceal from it, I wear it as skin. They look upon themselves, pressed upon cherry reflections, bound to tissue, congealing. The floor a canvas for my cardinal masterpiece. My symphony, a concoction exhorted, culminating disorder. A disgusting heap of clutter, of mess. Like Jekyll is to Hyde, they cowered, I conquered.