Fall upon me, now,
And un-shield your eyes,
That sparkle from the dew of a newest morning,
A cry for aid, when you came astray,
Feeling pain as you did upon the birth
Of our love.
Your mind is a curse for your heart,
Your heart is a feast for my mind.
Your flesh is the place where I part
The breasts, to see where I may carve,
The distinction between love’s breath in time,
For all that I could rewind.
I am in love with a mirror,
Two delicate eyes that reflect
The most diseased memories.
God would raise me to his height, so that I could know,
All the pain of the world, that surely grows.
Denial is a place for the most comforted,
And the most suffering.
I am in love with a mirror
That reflects a distant past.
It glares upon me, in heated romance,
It pours upon me, pain after growing pain.
Do not die for me, as I take this final retreat,
A step backwards in the right direction,
To a place I know well,
A place I do recognize,
As an area kept in Hell.