The Curve That to an Angle Turn'D

Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,

Her life bleeds into cold cataracts.

I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;

Of starlight trapped in bottles.

My thirsty gaze will always remember.

Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me.

What is afterward left.

Your face:

Years wasted blending with a poet's eye;

I have only a lifetime to forget.

My painful sleep unearths buried seasons,

It is only ev'ry morning that I cry;

Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds.

Please kiss me,

Kiss away the cuts you've torn--

The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless.

I still thee hold in my loneliness,

And wish that I could die in your false embrace,

Holding you forever in a moment of the past.

My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired.

Belial

Rosier

Pain

Liar

I will never trust again.