Sinister Calling Poem by Kristian Rousseau

The number of blood stained needles filled with molly and Marie are counting
Accounting for the ascendancy of my other love
My dear love, her nose is bleeding
She... We are a hurricane, I love those red eyes
They complement the resplendency of the room - transcendence?
The splinters of the thermometer slice my feet, staining the stained carpet
Living in my sober pretence, but I'm dying on the wall I'm leaning against
My love, are you saving me?
Give me the ignorant bliss, your subtle laced kiss
Descending... Slowly low, balancing out my high
Oh how I love your numb cheeks against my thighs........
Although, I can feel the metallic tide rising in the back of her throat
Nothing matters, when you're mindless of all the necessary narcotics.