Saturday, May 23, 2009

Dido (posted to Facebook on 7/1/08)

they weigh me down:
stones of a funeral pyre
cut to bear a sacrifice.
the air stagnant,
still as my eyes
staring straight ahead into
sweet oblivion,
saccharine slaughter.
a smile played at my lips
even when i knew
the nature of these stones--
not a monument to a
deathless love
but an altar for a
hapless wretch
blinded by possibility,
dazzled by supposed fortune.
as gentle hands
bind me to the truth
and bear me to
the peak of shameful deception,
a horrific epiphany strikes my soul:
to believe that i once wished
to kiss lying lips
is a burden borne
beyond the grave.

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