These very last breaths
My eyes pulse crimson, dull and tearless
Undoubtedly seized with an unutterable finality;
the last dread emotion. 
Lying in a fishing pond of blood
My recondite beast, scrupulous, untiring machine,
Won't you ever stop breathing...pulsing, pounding
Exquisitely living?
Every day begins with murder
But ends in my quiet, defeated existence;
Another shiny calamity. 

I would brush your scarred and mottled skin
With my fingertips,
In silent reconciliation. 
Kiss your narrow lips,
And wet your tender kneck with my promises
Let me string together your scattered soul,
Let me. 
Only then can I live again.