Thoughts of a Loner.

Dear Mum. (By Sapphirus)

Mother mine,
'Tis ink that doth bleed in thy name,
These trembling hands now crave words into setting dusk,
Forsooth the same hands,
Hands thou once didst steady,
They grasp the night's shiv'ring breath now as kin,
Hath stars beheld our secrets unsaid?
Didst thou sing them ere dawn could wake their curse?

Mother mine,
Wert thou to feel the ice one hast become,
Wouldst thou recoil from thy son turned stone?
The world lies soft in yon hush'd place like thee,
Six feet under,
Murmur unspake.

Mother mine,
Thou didst flee ere the light meant aught thee,
And left me, Oh Mother,
Hollowed and shadow fed,
By memory of thy hand is one bound,
Thy wrath beneath love's cursed root,
Sprung up within me,
An heir of thy vein,
A pulsing green gown venom'd and vast,
Thy blood calls dark rivers within me,
As bottomless depths where woe doth stir,
I drank thy loss,
A fucking draught,
Fucking endless,
'Til your ghost did cut me,
'Til your ghost did cut me.

Mother mine,
Hast thou known how eyes keep counsel?
Long ere they shutter in silent demise,
I beheld it so in a stranger's visage,
'Neath the gaslit glow,
His gaze wax'd cold,
His pupils did shrink'd, Mother,
Small crimson Moons trembling,
Till life's flame dwindled,
Quenched in some void,
In that moment did one felt thee, Mother?
As I took him hence,
Thee did I near,
A blink eternity,
Thou might'st mark pride in my hand.

Mother mine,
The child thou raised,
He hath learnt to love that which dreads light,
His steps haunt the halls where shadows fuck,
And sing do they?
Cracked tone as broken monkeys,
An untuned melody only I doth know,
Each surrender,
Sweet climax,
Waning flame,
A lull of hush'd embrace,
Dost thou recall the sound of broken glass?
How it did fall like snow on winter's heart?
The eve of my knuckles meeting the ecstasy of blood,
Soft was the crimson,
Soft was the crimson that bloomed.

Mother mine,
Emptiness bears a door and one is the key,
In broken quiet I hear thy song,
Wide in shadow's maw,
'Tis thou,
Splinter'd wide,
Thy love unchained in these veins,
Seethe it does of rivers of motlen fire and dire,
Fury's flood breaks, Mother mine,
Dark born love doth doom forever,
Doom forever.

~Sapphirus