It's a sickness that's consuming me
rotting within
a mass of maggots and blood
coursing through my veins
infecting every inch of me
every beat of the heart pushing it farther along
every breath feeding it
waiting for time to heal all wounds
when all it seems to do is let them fester
Struck deaf by the song of angels' hymns
blinded by a halo that was never really there
on wings of nothingness you rose
as the new moon shone beams off your hair
it coursed through my head
embellishing and creating
lying and deceiving
until you were some piecework goddess
that I created
and still could not make my own
And cast away your pity
your sad glances
your scraps that might feed my pathetic heart
while my dignity wastes away
be merciful and kill me now
I can't stand this slow death
this torture
this noose I hung so long ago
slipped into as though it were a necklace
and began walking downhill
All around me gardens bloom
trees change and die and rise again
the phoenix falls and rises anew
and I am left on the floor
huddled and hugging my knees
shaking fits
fevered dreams
sick, sad, alone
wasting away
