| I will hand you your heart |
| Which I will so gracelessly rip from your heaving chest. |
| I pondered in candlelit lethargy. I grieved as the wax melted, |
| Knowing… |
| «Tomorrow I must hurt you, who I hold dear |
| As an ancient myth held true to its people. |
| You, who I knew but a moment. But what a moment! |
| As though touching the darkening hue of the night sky |
| And forsaken stars for the first time. |
| Together and alone, |
| We came to swim in each other’s minds. |
| Independent, still one. |
| Now I must be rid of you. |
| Forever is a choice made by both. |
| Father Time is dreaming of fog rising and moonsets. |
| These we cannot see again through a reflective cyclopean gaze. |
| Nothing good. |
| For me. |
| Nothing is good. But for you? |
| One day there will be no one at all |
| With whom to talk, speak or boast. |
| By no fault, with no blame, but with one hundred points of pain. |
| Don’t forget. Cannot forget. Nothing was good. |
| No future. Smile politely at the blind.» |
| Have I known hate? Indifference in a skincloak of anger |
| Or Love in purity. Goddess, the torment! The weak talk of strength. |
| The strong speak with sympathy. The wise thus said nothing. |
| For none know the real truth… the strong need and the wise know it. |
| When stabbed endless times all vessels are cut |
| And the heart will lumber with Death. |
| The mind becomes stricken with sickly pallor |
| And will usher in Hate. |
| Will the blade sayeth, |
| «Please, I wish not to dive into your flesh!» |
| When all are gone? |
| Infinite dirge, a life in Inferno’s anguish. |
| My tears ever stream |
| And will they run separately from my blood? |
| Will it be this and Now? |