Modern Romanticism

Stepping through
a portal, into your world,
erasing tears, before they
ever find meaning
in your eyes.

I'll rewrite what
has left itself
as the letters, the stains
on your heart of hearts,
where sheer vacancy
has moved in.

I'll bring about
what you've forgotten,
while you've been
helping your mind to
despair and disaster,
sickness and disrepair.

To pain, to those stains,
there's much that a kiss
can continue to do,
as I am here to walk
through your endless,
burning corridors.

I'll light your hallways
with everything other than
the evident nothingness
that chars, that scars
your beautiful skin.