Vapourous Thyme

Standing with eyes on fire
Rage burning desire
To set my destruction on a salver
For the love that turned to hate.

Expectations so great
Thoughts of a collapse into devious celebration
Yet you could never understand the determination
that encompasses the distance that separates.

As a fly on entrails of long dead emotions the putrid stench that smears the halls of love long dead.
Links broken left unfettered
Free by decree, to embrace all I am!

Your will, hatred, loathing and sheer malice
Cannot control, shall not enfold.
A design or desire to hold this spectral vision
For I am Compact Vapouros Thyme.