You keep me awake
With your lack of love
With promises made years ago
Why didn't I listen then?
I was youthful and had no remorse
But it's winter now, you say,
And my turn to be cruel.
Remember my humor.
This way to the gallows
My dear.
I beg: I'm not begging
But please show some mercy
I remember and regret those
Twisted, tormented memories
I won't forget again
If you'll forgive that unforgivable
Sin. I did not show you
Respect. What does that mean?
That you are free now to torture
Me at will? Make all my efforts
Futile, my womb barren?
I shall not grow old.
Immortality is not a game that
One should chance lightly. High
Stakes that one. Given the time,
Night and the inclination: a
Desire to punish you for your
Cruel nature if not
Intentions. A person just might
Find all of the keys and
All of the pieces
And put the puzzle together
Thus ending the story.
No more recess, no more books
No more faces. Death becomes her.
Still like the night, though not
Her sleep. The craving is more
than one should have to bare.
Such a beautiful flower, it put
me in all tomorrow's parties
Before I even landed in
Today.
