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Farewell, My Bloody-Hearted, Love
Oh, my sweet wingless angel, lover, voice of silk, visible mother's milk
Knowledge of bloody pain seers my spirit as killer's blade so sharp.
Your face in our bed vacant, webs of time so woven
My weakened eyes watch you fly silently with no steps, no glance.
Our youth woven into the soul, your beauty angels envious seconds told
My bloody heart asks an improvished gasp while I give my last sigh to the asp.
Oh, bloody angel womanhood finer than merchant's silk
My tears stain the breasts as vengeful shadows of sorrows rasp.
This dawn, this light, this bread of hate, the final debate
And you the love scent I crave as mindless men pour dirt in my grave.
I, ignorant I, cannot yelp the young wolf's warning in measured time
Shattering a love, a bloody love now fading to angry pairs of lowly doves.
Shovels dig up, down, some light, less light now
Words like leeches fangs take my eyelids, my broken pains.
Raindrops resented purpose bold
Whispers of lies, kisses, and fragile vows once told.
Could you not, would you not, perfect feminine gender fair
Just let me once, a final once, stroke your hair a muted motion slow.
I bleed at my seed exposed as beasts die in your presence bold.
Just a second, a final second, allow my lips to quench this crave
As crows, ravens, and catastrophies fade, dance in unison on my grave
Oh, lover, former bloody lover of heart now known
Betrayed, trounced, driven to filthy images of flesh and bone.
I beg, oh, lover, savior of manhood, please slow your steps
Look at me, my sweet hair of brunette cold
Vows to fight the mocking night while clowns ressurect names of old.
You, bloody love, aimless heart, now stare at me in tiny parts
And jackals with grins, bite with grins and chew away crumbs of my heart.
Please, bloody woman I worship so clean, let me savor your songs and girlish whispers again
Allow me the pleasure of tasting your touch, giving my last, not asking ransomed favors of sin.
Just permit me one savored moment in your tiny arms so weak
While torments of you leaving devour a peace I lost and cannot seek.
I lay in the lifeless ground with murmurs of the hypocrite's mouth agape
No name, no fame, no perfumed breath to take.
Hades gates of rusted liar's scratch now swing
My bloody lover of angelic wing . . .
My portion you took . . .
Now I die buried forsook.