“do you want to hear something beautiful?”

emptiness, 
of the earths 
my dark streets, ablaze with carnal desire 
desolate and depraved, echoes of ventures
nameless and shamed

inside your stomach
outside your souls,
carved into both
your hand there, touching my fear
hollowed is thy bane
heretics, romantics, scream our name
“darling”
do not be afraid
“darling”
do not fear
“love”
stay with me here

Your lucid touch, much, but not enough.
While our world sleeps,
we dance to death
while all else weeps
This world is not the end!
--you carve into me
and how hollow meant more seething
than at sea
This is not the end! Can’t you see?
darling,
This world is made as you make it to be.