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.
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