i.
if
i have
a soul
i’d gladly
sell it in
a heart
beat
for even in
lucifer’s hands
it’s welfare
would be better
looked after
ii.
and
with great mirth
would i welcome
damnation
just
to bottle
the sublime gold
of
my angel’s
smile
iii.
my shield
against
the eternal flames
while
the blessed music
of her divine laughter
muffles
the personal demons
who sing
doomsday carols
in my head
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i.
if
there
is a God
perhaps
(s-)he can help me
answer this
prayer
i struggle
to word
ii.
but
such closure seems
lunatic fantasy
while my petals
brown wilt and…
drop
as the days shorten
so they must
as this grim season
regains the throne
and the aging sun
goes south
to count its grays
iii.
leaving
the moon behind
to keep me
company
whi-spring
your name
in a voice
only my heart
can hear
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i.
if
there is
a heaven
i know
i want to be
there
with you
ii.
which is why
i say the following
words
that fog
my side of
the stained-glass
as
he slides his stone
over your finger
and lifts your veil
to seal the deal
even though
i know
they won’t echo
back
iii.
…i love you