Emotiana

I wish you would die,
Emotiana.
You fell into heaven, then hell.
I wish you could die,
Emotiana.
I'd favour that more than our spell.
You won't let me cry,
Emotiana.
You siphoned my tears from their well.
Just one drip from the eye,
Emotiana.
I swear on my life I won't tell.

When darkness falls and the sun
glows like the red of sullen dreams.
Glow how you burn the Winter cold
and lay your smoke upon the leaves.

Then the heavens fold as a book;
pages bow and covers seize.
Chapters that wrote themselves
lose their words while under siege.

Numbered pages fall to ruin
laying humbled to the years.

Numbered words fill pages, ruined,
crumpled through the years.

Won't you die,
sweet Emotiana.
You're the sister I'd love to hurt.
Like a rich man clinging to tins of rust,
you've robbed me of my worth.
See these eyes,
Emotiana?
You've slit them from ear to ear.
The light they see is the darkest ghost
in the bed I've come to fear.

Your hurt rises like stars
on a cloudless Summer night.
You strut in, as a storm,
and bid the rain to dim their light.
What shall it be, Emotiana?
That I stray outside, stuck in you?
For you to briefly show the way,
then scold me when I move?

I need you to die,
Emotiana.
There's no moving on in your truth.
In time you will die,
Emotiana,
for time heals all wounds, if that's true.