Whisper

I
Perseverance comes in the flesh,
not:
     Pill, injection, inhalation.
But as my grave settles
from the hard night's rest,
     (spade, and that menthol chill)
     I'll turn to all the wrong things
     and I'll say farewell.
Fare thee well...
As I light up again,
     I will puff you away
     And I will puff you away

II
Solace is a dream for those who
identified that poor vein of misery that
is pride from the moment they swallowed
their first gasp of air

To banish his vanity as the world's chokes him,
Adam lies down...

III
A battle for fulfillment
laid to rest in the ashes of
commitment-

and all he had to say was hello-
this is it, the calling:

I am powerless without you-
the sanctity of my heart wakes feeble.
But we are mere ghosts in a design
the designer cannot control.

And I will whisper its name:

     Chaos
     Chaos...

IV
Take a bow for the reclamation
and make a toast for your god.
It is not salvation, it is well brewed
tragedy-and I will whisper that promise:

I love you
     Never let go...

For my angel's name 'taint "Eve."

V
We are all puppets of
our darkest desires

     And I will fight tragedy,
     I will fight the inevitable...

Flatline is not a tragedy,
it is a whisper from chaos;
a return to normalcy.

     My love yearns for that supple
     kiss of love once more,
     but I have puffed you away,
     again.

May that menthol kiss caress
not only my senses,
but my lips and soul, so I may
embrace your purity again
      when you have left my arms in finality.

For I miss you
and was never the wiser,

my Angel.