Do not treat The shame with scorn. I have only thought to love With eyes upon the sun, that is your heart, While my mind, the universe, is broken. Love me, as you would love a shell. Just a man of the latter, as I was once a former. Just a man of the now, Versus all I once gathered. My blood wreaks from my hands, Staining them black. My eyes see all I've been corrupted to be, Bleeding me dry. I face you, now, Under the altar. I kiss your sweet lips, To beg you not to scorn me, Not to despise me. I am meager, to your comparison, As you burn through me The torch of something great and wild. I wish the moon to marry the sun, As the Heavens marry the Earth. I want to love beneath a curtain, As a drape over our demises, The ones we will smother To let fade.