You are nightfall,  

fragments of stars that shine then shatter

causing radiance to the void- 

a walking sorrow,

mourning shrouds draped over your flesh,

darker that all the midnights I have ever known.

You are nightmares

that haunt me.

Walking barefoot over mirrors I have shattered,

leaving bloodstains on the floor and halls of my mind.

You kneel before me 

and I am altars,

poisoning your mind with promises

of false salvation. 

And you bow before me,

clasping palms together,

lips whispering of psalms and prayers

to some God that no longer understands. 

I coil around you,

rosaries to your wrists,

and bind you to me.

You are fragments,

tarnished parts of whatever sanity I have left.

A ghost caged in bone,

sleepy whiskey words,

a fading mist of joy I once believed I had.