GhostGlance
I couldn’t build myself upTo diverge from the current grade
Of a reality so eschewed it
pumps neurotoxins in those brave
Tied up in her blessed words
Whispered clearly in clever verse
My doubts absorbed in the dirge
When it came to the chorus
Wondering where she was
Perhaps sorrow was to remain scoreless
to distance her from the grave
In the company of tears I slept
And her indulgence forever crave
From which to pluck its stem
You must tentatively subdue
The filament so it cannot mend
Years have flown by this flower As did Trojan horses galloped
Causing it to whither and fade
Barely recognizable; bankrupt
And I am left here again pretending we’ve never met
Crowded around weathered tombs
By those dearest of friends I am beset
Bottle of wine in one hand Reflecting off a scalpels gleam
Judgment encourages another drink
Sulking alone with a dead dream
Beneath the crescent moons radiant wave
It’s the last time I will advocate her grace
The last night I will visit her grave Vore’s notes ahh Valentines day…. An offering thats sure to spread disease
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