she walked away
from all the best
parts of me

what magicless
talents
my fingers
forget

and now
how I long
to drape
myself in
sin

to sup
eternal

resurrect
sans regret

let her bless
my body
with those
slow hands

let my
conscience
grow quiet
and my memory
dim

I'll regress
in darkness
warm with
feeling

night's intent
I'm half
committed
to(o)

never seeing
light
again