Dead

Searching through the tangled skein for imperfect carnal vibrations
A pale scarlet hue beyond the pale of scarlet hues
Intricately deceptive as the web is spun
Patiently waiting for the single dissonant ripple
I will taste this flesh from all angles
The scent of a single string
Gnawing on the thread of pathetic moments not yet passed
I drown in the ephemeral grace of drowning grace
Dead is the abstract embodiment