A serenade for the lost

In the dim light of a flickering candle,
Our shadows become spiders.

They want us to dance with them forever.

And from outside my window,
the bats disguise themselves as the city lights.

And the rats as beautiful people.
I guess once you've gone,
You can never really come back.

Love hangs butchered from my ceiling
It drips steadily on my face and into my veins.
My flesh has failed.
I find that in trying to destroy love,
It has destroyed me.