Guiltiness

Crooked, creaking arms arch in the wind. 
Hands; swinging sinister strangulation. 
Decrepit, rotting tree trunks the only shelter
from the rain driven like bullets into your skin. 
Each fallen oceanic drop leaves a wound, 
punctured. Sedative suffering. 
Reality but mud, thick and dirty. 
Slippery, temporary under foot, giving. 
Eyes drip, drip like a leaking tap
rapping on the basin metronomic. 
The rhythm of hollow sadness. 
Sombre self-pitying string quartet thoughts. 
No more ethereal ethanol entities. 
Blossoming floral hallucinations. 
Just weeds sapping soil, 
leeching harsh truth grows. 
Firefly feelings float and flare, 
a Will O’ The Wisp. 
A phantasmal apparition of an Angel
cursing your barren heart. 
Infertile, callous, carnal pump. 
Gazing in green eyes, verdant pasture lies, 
inaccessible - A cordon of misery. 
Chipboard blocks the door, dereliction 
and condemnation. 
Inhospitable, uninhabitable, no sign of life. 
Caustic unbreathable atmosphere.  
All your fault.