Author: Lux d'Marcs PM
And all the milk and honey of nirvanan will turn sour; obsessiveRated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 244 - Published: 04-17-08 - id: 2505676
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I am writing this for you:
Yet that petty word still manages
To creep into its own mouth
It sits there, this rapacious toad,
Glutton of mucus-flesh and cartilage;
It wishes you were awake.
It still looks at you and sees itself.
I still look at you and see what I saw before.
It won't change; there's no incongruity.
And all the milk and honey of nirvana
Will turn sour.
"Are you a child?" This one had
Smarter answers than I ever did; I
Only knew to scream one phrase:
"As simple as ash! As simple as ash!
My body is as simple as ash!"
Snow melts over those words; you
Digress what you can't relate and
Find it's all for the better.
You're losing your faith;
Its caught like a fly in a web,
Like crumbs in your goatee.
A glance:-- little more tells me
How lost and unsuspecting you are
You rarely saw the moon shed; did
The black sun just smile?
Is the world ending? If it is
You've been left in the meridian
Holding handfuls of useless puzzle pieces.
You want to make a difference
And so take your chisel to the ice;
You thaw the preservation in hopes
That a tyrant will let you fill his cup.
You don't need to speak;
I'll tell you what a dramatic hero
As if drama saved us any lives.