By the time you read this,

I'll be long gone on the the train back to peace and sanity

with my head pressed against the cold, immense glass window,

staring out at the lush, mountainous countryside.

I'll be wondering how you always left my world as swift as the gentle breeze that makes this flowing, green grass submissive,

and how you turned my jeweled, ethereal-blue sky into a sullen, ominous gray.

As my journey persists,

and the Sun packs its Horizon,

my darkest thoughts will come protruding as an upper echelon to the fore front of my labyrinth sub-conscious,

reminding me with every firing thought, how you selfishly etched yourself under my skin, my heart, and my entire essence.

After you read this,

you'll finally extinguish the fire that's been burning in the pit of my misery,

but I know between your empty cans and lines of assisted suicide that you never sobered up long enough to consider the trail of cataclysm you unleashed in all the facets of my life.

I can't help to think, however,

even before you dwelled in the crevasse of my perpetual malice,

that all you knew how to do was wreak havoc with your bewitching smile, and destroy everything with your silky touch.

Yet,

I welcomed you with open arms,

embracing your madness.

Now i'm stuck in this eternal tango,

erratically dancing to your demented tune.

Forever Yours,

Abject Soul