Silently I remember the time when love said no.
The old flesh still misses its sumptuous portion of consumption.
The new flesh just calls again and again for extraneous redemption.
Never mind the ecumenical disposition around the possible validation of reason in the nonsense of passion whatsoever.
I promise you over this opened scar /
.daeD ………. niaga nrob eb lliw eW : Callous Giant
Grimy Ferret: I hear the weeping but I can’t taste the tears.
And then I ask to myself
Why is a Magpie like a tablecloth?
Why is a Raven like a writing desk?
You couldn’t fake the smile I tried to sew in your face with a needle from my marrow and the yarn in my veins. Always appearing tangled in insecurities for your people, the ones who worship every decadent breath you take, every miserable letter in the book, every depraved act of communication. The habit of nauseous pride wears your eyes down imbecile. The monster you’ve ignored, the ashes burning in the winter’s monologue.
Domesticate!
I watched the sunrise just too many times but still.
For all the crucifixes that you’ve nailed before.
For all the scholars that you’ve cried before.
For all the lovers that you’ve knelt before.
For all the liars that you’ve kissed before.
Misericordiæ - You couldn’t grasp the weight in the faction of sand grains assembling slowly in my heart.
