May It Die

Times of past.

You held the fire for too long

I don’t regret

Seeming things fell from inside

You support this

Healing wounds once licked

Become the burning itch

Glazed words and promised memories

Dazed through times of disarray

Deceived soft spoken stretch and ache at me

Separate the fool from all that believes

Nothing good comes of the please

Might and try and die by these

Echoes from the bottom to the top

Words of poison slice the butter that is you

Repentance falls short when repeated

Again, and again, and again

Along the pattern you struck a glance

Watching you

Talons ready to feed, as you do

Handing the word down through the lost

Single times of golden lust

Desires heavy, lay on your breasts

Run you down, to that special place

Where you hold most your thoughts

Singular in reason

Deceased, and beaten.

You wish it were

No clouds, no storm, no fire

Just a single bliss, that there was

Just a left to the wrongs of it

Turn to gawk at that, what is mine?

I please, I please, and may it die?

Author's Note