The end is...
Gore and aqua swirling in the stoup.
Personal Judas sitting pretty holding my hand. But what end was meant?

Forenoted in cold faith on until the end.
Philter brimming as a spill withinside's swimming.
A flood in your lungs to float a mutiny.

The cobblestones below swallowing you all your way home.
This sirrah's for you and all your kind. Satyriasis can never belong, it will find no harbour.
Shrouding out the distance with each ascending line.

The only time you stood near me
Was to see if I would peck kisses upon your feet.
Proclaiming you love me,
you bleed me and leave me.

You caught up and kissed the mouth
swirling with your spittle.
I ran till I tired,
my wrists wrapped in wire.

You told me that you'd be my god.
Playing nearby the proscenium.
Mouthing chants and grasping handholds.
The pews were empty of our audience.

It was just us,
washing our hands of the world.
In the beginning.