the deranged, the dead and the defiantly daft

i have painted the chapel since the day i was born simply to watch time take her pieces from it as the paint cracks and fades with age, the rain seeps through broken cement, the glass warps with the sun, and as the silken hands of lucifer pry my eyelids open and lillith's most sickeningly sweet petals tether me to the ground amidst icarus's feathers i find the cathedral has collapsed and my corpse is left to rot as my bones settle in niche cracks of the rubble as they grow old with moss and creeping vines as mother nature and mother time complete their cycles and father soul cradles me in his hands and breathes life unto me again to forever continue the loop making me human once more. the words i speak to my lover every cycle are the same, spilt from the lips of achilles and continuing in mine. "i would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and i deaf. i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, in different times. and i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."