Dear E

Dear E,
The pain was written within his temptation
And in the middle of the night
The eyeliner cried the dry tears he shed
And the eyes were not blind
But he thought he wept the truth into oblivion

Dear E,
I had never seen his demon until the night you arrived
The night you took a glimpse and left
He saw you not,
But your essence knocked his door at the reversed hour of Christ
And so it gave birth to the demon I had once saw in me

Dear E,
The purple child turned into a crimson Christ
And at dawn,
The Man of sorrows curled himself up to peace
And so he made his vows,
"I shall marry the fire without its heat"

Dear E,
I speak of the night where the eyes were blind
Not the night where the eyes chose not to see
I speak of his intoxicated night on Frige
Where in the name of the ides of March
The mind betrayed the heart

Dear E,
Abominate his friends his enemies
Take away his delusional empire in paradise
Eat out his knowledge
Obliterate his creativity and kill his poetry
For he can only shoot masterpieces in the dark

Dear E,
Indeed, the poet's pride is sickening
And it blazed his heavens down to a liquefied sorrow
But I thought the love has no eyes

Dear E,
The night where the eyes could deniably see
I ran to kiss your forehead a goodbye curse in the name of love
A curse that will keep you away from everyone but the poet

Dear E,
I worry about the poet
For he is damned with his goodbye curse
And the blood on his hands are of your color
And only your arrival can clear him of his deed.