cathedral

nights riddled with guilt,

My shame protests my gratitude and asks you to retain my sin,

For the works of artistry conseedes the drift I float,

FIFTY miles away, my heart rung dry while I skewed my heart,

thirty degrees froze your heart,

traffic groans griddling dethroned epics,

spend curiously prevailing your love that enshrines me.

for the nucleus infects all that is unworthy(

so shall my shallow mind be rotten in search of her misery,

you, unfortunate,

how I pain myself for blaming you,

when my flesh tainted your gentleness,

after I threw the scalding water that severed your gentle touch,

such I knew what gleems you would create for me,

I would’ve stung the dagger inside me to ever allow such a tragedy.

my love, do you know why you’ve never seen the light?

I’m sorry, for how I used my strength as a chain,

one that weighed you down from utopia.

now, the separation only betters your farsided eyesight,

that has blinded you from seeing the demon i really am

smile freely knowing I have tied the chain around my neck,

knowing you’ll pass by carefully, seeing me choke myself for your pleasure only

I beg to myself only for a future where our llama gallops to both of us as we kiss it,

but I know the apostrophe belongs solely to you.

I am glad I have gave you the dagger,

one to stab my heart before you could run away.

may my death be satisfied by your presence

silence silence silence,

and heart my voice call out your name

as the butcher slaughters my sarcophagus

deviled deductions detail my execution that I come in solidarity

for my words spoke blasphemy,

one that spoke for the gods to manage our hands in marriage

promise to sleep next to my corse solemnly in your comfort

I bestow my heart’s warmth speaks as asylum and assurance to your fear in solitude

feeds doubting my floundering spout-

for grouted in these walls is my sentencing.