red ink looks just like blood,

the venomous snake bites,

it is harmless said the man studying

snake.

he died.

from one small glitch,

though critics said it was ego,

or a lack of knowledge, it was somehow

always his fault,

winners must win out of sheer virtues.

what are they again?

it’s been a long time, i no longer remember

what they are or mean.

love?

patience?

long suffering?

snake bites, poison shoots through veins,

feels like heaven,

you know you did wrong

when the laugh comes

even though the pieces are cracking.

faceless nobodies,

mocking: where is heaven now?

heaven wrecks

every nerve.

has it really been this long?

since we meant something to each other?

virtues, vices, gods and demons

drowned in a river of fire.

my demons, my angels,

was it me all along inventing them?

or that my part was simply to play along

while the tape ran?

running along,

like my heart beat no longer keen

on what the next picture would be.

when heaven and myth run side by side,

my lover, my god, my anguish

wrapped in one tight fist.