The Dark Descent: poems

Act I: Alexander

you move closer and look into the mirror that is me
you see no one there
you don't see the irony

your cold hand on my throat,
the sharpness of your blade is art
then you take that cold hand
and thrust it through my heart

my debauched double;

my friend

the last part of me i

cannot repent

Act II: Daniel

oh, hallelujah everything
hail, and I'm whole in the pain

bones
ash
flesh
all that's not mine

undo, renew
death, be it
mine
theirs
his
does not come tonight, either