your own grim hearted villain

your own grim-hearted villain.
___________________

my chest is
pounding like
red madness
on a white day
with pheonix
doves roasting
in the ashes.

(addicted to the
stench of dying
flames.)

and love can
only save me
if i let her save
me because
i am too-sane.

((though the
world
(within) is
crazy.))

+++

falling is a
sacred art if
it becomes
your lone
Religion.

but..I
(love)
prefer to
play an
Honorable
Role.

(and Remain
You
Grim Hearts
Villain.)

j.stephen.h.