By One’s Hand
Oh, Death where is your ring?
How many more moons will crown the vault
of Heaven
Ere’ your folded, flesh-starved
fingers
Surround bells that toll
Will you approach, hearing my cries
Rising from the depths of despair
Begging for you specter
Longing to taste your stale breath
Across my lips
Cruelly ignoring my last song
Tarrying within the darkness
Of wicked reverie and irrevocable
return
A sneer scintillating deadly
desires
Oh, Death lay bare how long
Ere’ the blade in my hand’s
Querulous path draws forth
Crimson streams freeing the scars
of misery
Discharging the captor called Opium
Come, whisper caustic rhymes in my
ear
Exhaling breath tainted
With the stench of annihilation
Usher me into your bosom
Persuade my wavering hand
To carve away
Etching an endless trail
Of miserly shame
Doing what the gods have denied
Doing…
What I have been unable to do
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