On the riverbank of the Fox

Painted only by onyx and moonlight

I made you cry of helplessness

Dark distain, and despair

A bruised crime

Unforgiven by my conscious

Tear stains that only the park bench will know

Fell from pale soft skin

It’s so easy to slip into old comforts

I held close to my face

You held me only ‘cuz you were alone

You were fascinated with me

I showed you that I disagreed with your imagination

Ruin the dream, spoil the honey

It can never be the way

Your green eyes dreamt it

Behind our embrace

I stared at window panes

Opaque like your pupils

It stained out onto our dark black clothes

Already soaked with teenage sweat and caffeine

Our youthful grease

Was so sweet

I looked deep to see your wet brain

I’ll just thumb your skull

Down into the bed

Of the riverbank