She knows not what she does

She knows not what she does,
Blistering the chambers of my brain
Setting ablaze the powder-keg collision
Between alcohol and my life.

In a time when innocence should be my right,
Belief of a possession I once had,
Her silhouette fades into forgotten shadows.

She left me in a bed of fog,
Blinded by the lies and deceit,
Defeated like a warrior on a battlefield.

The mournful cadence toll,
Bells clang and clamor,
The bitter blows of truth,
Hammered into fact made strangely plain.

Remnants of that sour taste,
The temptress red candy,
Fixated on two liquids mixing into one,
Trying to drown the memories of her
Burning as they slide past my teeth.

The frozen globe has forgotten me,
Forty days and nights spent in drifting doldrums.
Desperately wanting, I call out to someone,
Who has never answered back.

Thunder claps the cold night air,
Standing erect, hands raised to the heavens,
Where shall I look for comfort? Not in You.

Pulled

toward

gravity

was my choice
hurling to the end
like a fallen satellite

The haunting twilight delivers revelation,
Stroke after stroke,
The bell’s sound overpowers
Bones breaking
Tissue splitting.