Ophelia

Ophelia__II_by_zemotion

The night is full of abstractions

Behind her veil both oracle and daemon

The funereal march of my heart thwarts

All extrinsic panic, there is only my fidelity

Which has become itself a form of illness

If only my beloved would behold me

Seen through his eyes, I would be sated

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My tears coalescence with the stars

How oft the same prayer forsaken?

Not a moment more can I give

To this cruel, tasteless world

And not to you either my darling

Let the rushing water purify

What your hands and lips disparaged

If not my life than let my death

Weigh upon your consciousness

Let it be known that I was

And ever will be yours

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By morning the doves will have risen

Pale and histrionic, baring my soul

To places where no one else may follow

I may not find peace only your face etched in fire

But a nightmare is far better than a fruitless dream

Consolation Prize

heartache_by_vajkarious-d413kf5Art By: vajkarious

She arranged me

In the modest warmth

Of euphemism

Lips vixen stained

Clumsy in delivery

The distance

Between us widening

With every disdainful

Turn of phrase

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She minced

Her pretty words

With sharp conjunctions

The hunger

Of my severed pulse

Drowning out her

Premeditated scripts

Friends of course