Do you want to be a ghost of lovers, premature
Is that what this is, a ghost of memory
Why do you taunt and court
The casket that walks beside the henchmen
Chasing thorns, that crown the alien misery
Calling it your own, begging to be crucified
"I beg of you to bring night to my day" as cry
Insisting on a funeral with pros-session
Calling on death star, for your breathing living heart
Has no more to give, though filled with pump
To announce its death while blood
Runs through each beating veins, alive
Why do you insist on pouring acid
On fertile lands, rich and wanting
Just so you can qualify for mourner's cloth
And say, "I have been widowed like the Scottish window"
To qualify to announce your heart is no more with love
Broken and bleeding to death on roses dry
"See see; here lies the casket with my heart
Embrace me with condolence for I am love poor"
Embrace me, all who witness
For my heart is dead and I have been widowed
Why do you insist on pouring acid
ReplyDeleteOn fertile lands, rich and wanting
Just so you can qualify for mourner's cloth
And say you have been widowed
dang man....we def self harm when our emotions get the best of us...maybe not physically but...and wear that mourning well...
"Taunt and court"
ReplyDeleteVery much so...
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
One's heart in a casket... I have been there before. It's a good thing the heart is so resilient.
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