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By cire nehtrow Date: 2004 Feb 28 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.28.18.18.25188]] |
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Mourning my death, a death of parts Of life, of love, and friendship lost Loss of trusts, betrayals hearts Et Tu, My Love? Our life the cost? Grieving angers vent-less rage Weeping, staggering, drunken falls Swearing, cursing, impotent sage Caesar's ghosted visage calls Ides of March and May and June Of all the months and lovers took My death of you I foretold soon Of knife stabbed bloodied togas look Throw it off! Now! Wipe clean the blood! Lid the eyes left open, glazed Lift me gently from that mud He's dead, I am, the part betrayed. Alive yet dead and dying still, Passing faces, lives, they stare, Happiness, friendship, love, goodwill, Return to me, please, "God, are you there?" I grieve my death, your death, our death. How can I give back what you have taken? Who can reconcile that stolen breath? The selfish avarice of love forsaken? |