| Worn and ragged from desperation, feet too numb to display predictable dance, I must set you free. Entangled in your blackened, silk web of delusion, blue-cold hands encase my soul. Where there once was life, there is pulse no more. Wilted, brown-edged petals drop from the bud. Blurred memories tarnish in soot. Arms reaching out to drag you from your misery, rip away, before tranquil death engulfs me, in a deep dark sea of your plight. Like crisp laundry, twisting in the breeze, the heart of the martyr twitches. Forgive me. |