A blade following day

In the choking vapors one morning of blade following day.  On the grids of your heart the skin of my hand was torn off. Opening of your hoop net outdistances. Nourished of a total unconcern. Ridge of your smiles, your whims equipped with this factitious charm. Carrying me until the torment. Born from your absence. Lived like an offense. Torturing these last moments. Where free we crossed the grids of your heart. Carried by the opium of our shared passion. To the doors of this residence. That today I see covered veil of misfortune. Floating in the choking vapors one morning of blade following day.  Assemble in me the regret to be at the end. Of an intoxication leaving me the bitter taste. To leave the alcohol of the confusion of the directions. For the single pain to be on the ground.  Without the least chance. To be able to penetrate on other side. Of this grid placed between us forever.