Execution in a broken glass room.
You were there, at my execution. Long since awaiting emotion,
I drank deeply of the flooding that became your gnarled features. To the eye,
You and yours was just another among the endless glass of youth, while
I, vile with age, wild with sickness(premature and passionate),grew more into
You, even at every whisper of infidelity. But power rode in that faint voice,
I could feel its wickedness bounce painfully at the bottom of my chest, with
You bearing an inexplicable expression of escape,bleeding from every pore. Yet
I was perfect able to see the clarity of the chapped lips and blue eyes
You held within your rotting mind. The cradle had dropped from the bough, and
I knew that the fall would melt away any glue that had bound infant to mother.
You saw the same bit of fate, and as before, sat silent in my audience, while
I suffered. The death was close, blinds on the windows of a glass room drawn,
And it was your hand that had flipped the switch.
I drank deeply of the flooding that became your gnarled features. To the eye,
You and yours was just another among the endless glass of youth, while
I, vile with age, wild with sickness(premature and passionate),grew more into
You, even at every whisper of infidelity. But power rode in that faint voice,
I could feel its wickedness bounce painfully at the bottom of my chest, with
You bearing an inexplicable expression of escape,bleeding from every pore. Yet
I was perfect able to see the clarity of the chapped lips and blue eyes
You held within your rotting mind. The cradle had dropped from the bough, and
I knew that the fall would melt away any glue that had bound infant to mother.
You saw the same bit of fate, and as before, sat silent in my audience, while
I suffered. The death was close, blinds on the windows of a glass room drawn,
And it was your hand that had flipped the switch.