ángele dei,
qui custos es mei,
me tibi commissum pietáte supérna, hac nocte illúmina, custódi, rege et gubérna.
we were a bitter pill to swallow
a dagger to ingest; run
the metal edge by my quivering tongue
i'll swear "baby, you were the best"
it was the quickest and most vicious of
ten thousand ways to let go
feckless, fearless, rash love's cover story
(but now as i see you in your bleached-gown glory)
my quiet thoughts pray
a ten thousand times "no"
we were lightning in a tea jar
cracked the walls and cut our skin;
bled old ghosts out of tattered bluish lips
purged ourselves white only to drown again in sin
and so addicted to the sting, i
stapled your hands to the shards
closed my eyes to the gray on your cheeks
(and now as you've been decaying in this sheet for weeks)
i was strangling the player but continued
to fling the cards
so suffer all the hallows,
and suffer all the men
take me to the gallows,
snap my spine over the deck
take two shots in the dark
and end this deadly game
ángele dei,
qui custos es mei,
we were all to blame.
i saw the spirit lurching out of you
with every selfish nicotine drag of you i took;
stared glassy-eyed at the way i stole and
inhaled your èlan vital as your weakening body shook
praying perhaps your anguish might jolt me back
out of my hedonistic escape and into cruel reality
but you simply smiled your familiar smile
(so now you struggle in this soulless place so vile)
and i, swallowing any thought, pushed us off
the edge of gravity
and now as you lie here stiffly supine, i
can't tear myself from your battle for every breath
from how the erratic line on the monitor
sputters electric but still spells death
and as your spider-veined hands wrap around
mine in a final icy grip named goodbye
i know all the commiserations cannot claw me
out of the depths of rigor mortis
out of the way i bit out every kiss
out of the knowledge that i did this
and iodine tears burn my left eye
so suffer all the hallows,
and suffer all the men
take me to the gallows,
snap my spine over the deck
take two shots in the dark
and end this deadly game
ángele dei,
qui custos es mei,
we were all to blame.
suffer all the hallows,
suffer all the men
take me to the gallows,
wring your shadow round my neck
take two shots in the dark
and end this deadly game
ángele dei,
forgive me; i stray.
we were all the same.
amen.
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lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
