Since I knew, to trim thy locks, from a silver head,
I grew to look, to the moon,
Oh, beauty. With thy ivory smile,
And your nestled, face in my heart,
Come to my weary mind, and lay me down.
Lay me to see, the opened sky,
Opening as the scar, on my heart,
For thou would not, ever bleed when dining,
When dining, on my open wounds,
Oh, beauty. My heart is flavorful.
My heart is, as coldness’s touch,
My mind is heated, and will not rest,
Not in the twining limbs, that which are empty,
Empty, not of cane with sugar, and not full of flesh.
Deadened by sorrow, you have become.
I am leaden, and you are poison.
Yet, a poison, that is a cure,
For I’ll drink it deep, and keep each drop close.
Death and emptiness, are alike,
Where above is a sky, and below is a scar.