Rhyme and Reason

My tears decay down my face
Like acid rain, and I'm to blame
Like hiding the shame that's melting
Your brain.
Like the needle, and the coldness through the vein
Like the silver nitrate in a bombshell pipe drain
Explosion of emotions on a speeding freight train
Through a fickle fascination of a never ending pain.
And I'm to blame.
In a maelstrom of emotion upon a razor's edge
In the meadow of the darkness in intrepid convalesced
Cacophony of shrieking; of undying rest
A solution for restitution in this bittersweet compress
And I find myself beguiled by these facets of convergence
And these consequential circumstances can't possibly
See us through this
And I'm trying to pry you away like a rusted nail from rotting wood
There's still silver beneath your rust, and I am falling away, decomposed; unglued.
And the breaks in these lines, are the breaks in mine
In my words, in my thoughts, in my hours' resigned.
And I'm to blame for whispering the poison to your heart
For drinking from the deepest wells, and drowning the sparks.