By now he was earning a greater share
Like many of his type he had collected many valuables
The young man who accompanied him
A happy crisis born for drama and euphoric peaks
A relationship that played out like a war
Naiive and gay bipolar in nature
Never quite fronting up to the
transactional nature
and in the illusion they drank deep
inebriated and self absorbed
desiring nothing more than the sunset on mankind
As from within them a subtle destruction seeded
On days of loss
On day of losing each other
The creative ultimatums
The emotional blackmail
Their perfect private hell
That seemed for lack of a better word... Edible
A slow release poison
Tiring them for their predictable tantrums
That seemed to circle the weeks and months
intensifying and disappating
Both wounding and joyous
painful and numbing
Two such deserving victims
in the chasm of their own unforeseen torment
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