Last caress

Like a dying sun,
a dying kiss.
That last caress,
I'll always miss...

Mother of Creation has stabbed
the lover's womb
and Father of All Destiny
cannot pull her from the tomb.

Anger closes in like madness,
crushing reality underneath.
Increasing the tide of hateful words
that flow over my bleeding teeth.

Sorrow hugs me tightly
like a ragg`ed cloak of doom.
O, that the steely knife of suicide
might cut the gathering gloom!

Trouble me not...
O, Father let it be!
Take these ghosts and drive them
far away from me.

(Where do we go now?
Where can I hide?
Where is the paradise I was in
before the touches died?)

I cry the golden teardrops
that water my growing rage.
The roots are firmly planted
by the words upon this page.

Witchery weaking
my angered cries
while haunting memories
corrupt my empty eyes...

Cast away sadness.
Cast away hate.
Cast away life itself
and end this lunatic state!

Come sweet, sickly death,
embrace me in thy arms
and mend my broken heart
with your fearful, fatal charms...

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