For Whom She Loves, For Whom She Dies
A winter wind desecrates my calloused flesh, sending
condolences, breathing life into a love imbued on the cartilage
of a starlit corpse.
Brilliant red is an ornament to this occasion,
in death that betides on love eternal.
She took me beside the sunset and defiled my lust,
she promised me her hand and her heart forever,
but out from her mouth came daggers
and out from my chest came an organ.
So I severed the hand the fed me,
with the entrails that once made me,
(she removed my internal workings)
and now the gallows await my critics.
condolences, breathing life into a love imbued on the cartilage
of a starlit corpse.
Brilliant red is an ornament to this occasion,
in death that betides on love eternal.
She took me beside the sunset and defiled my lust,
she promised me her hand and her heart forever,
but out from her mouth came daggers
and out from my chest came an organ.
So I severed the hand the fed me,
with the entrails that once made me,
(she removed my internal workings)
and now the gallows await my critics.