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Swift Silently Away (to no one specific)
The thief known as pleasure
swifts silently away,
to the den of other lovers,
safer, calmer brothers.
And your right and I'm left
to cover what we've done,
while the harlet known as love
warily waves to and fro her gun.
Too many holes have already come
from her quick, blindless draw,
from her supposed fun.
Blood from my chest
pours forth from skin, undone,
untied like faded shoes with old strings.
Innocence lost and scars found
in between bed sheets made for a queen.
And as my life leaves me,
my love lets out a sigh and a scream.
"Dear me, silly, you're just an old dream,
an uninvited guest in chartered land
who winces and hopes for my pure, beaming hand.
If you think you'll find purpose,
fine.
But You think that my god and your god
is found between legs,
and you plea, and you beg
but he won't come down
from the clouds.
Time, then, to get lost
in all too familiar feelings.
(breathe in, breathe out)
If this is your saviour,
what blood will cover these sins?
if this is your messiah,
when does eternity begin?
Oh, but I'm weighed in chains built
by simple fools
crafting this guilt I bear quietly
with rusty tools,
for you love me
more than I love you."
"And now this I pose to you:
who is the greater fool?
The lovestruck, lost puppy,
or its sad owner on a lonesome stool?"
(Oh to reply, I cried and I cried!)
You, my dove, with wings
you sow sour words,
and I lay on my back
to watch these days,
and my soul
swift silently away.
