At 5 am...

He sits there
at 5 am.
Head bowed in shame
and self loathing.
He sits there
brooding.
The air here
smells of it.
He lights her
up, she turns scarlet.
Presses his lips
to hers, and then
he'll wait
for her slow poison.
It'll take
him to oblivion.
Every kiss, every caress,
numbs
him, she succumbs
to him.
She cures his lonliness.
He'll consume her
reduce her
to nothingness.
Take her,
emotionless.
Without
pity, or sorrow,
remorse or doubt
or bother.
And when he's
done with her,
He'll light another.