Astral Projection

...unnumbered years,
countless tears,
of fire,
from the blue I've shed,
it pains my ear,
hate to hear,
still screeching in your anguished head,
like a puncture,
like a needle,
dripping all of life away,
to everlasting pool of silence,
devoid of will and things to say,
where 'you' and 'me' are distant objects,
and 'certainly' is less than 'may',
but more than all,
I find you dear,
your cursing,
lovelier than songs that pray,
bound by your smirk,
I am forever,
seeking a lost smile,
I shall not sway,
to warm your bed,
with gift of passion,
transmute the darkness into day,
defy the dead,
and squelch their calling,
ignite their clutches from my way,
with living hope of your arrival,
at place where sentiment and flesh is wed,
the shrine where fifty-two times seven,
you send me bleeding back to heaven,
with bitter heart of freezing red,
a metastatic poisoned tear,
so should you fear when I'm here,
or greater when my flame has fled?