Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Die Fly

i loved you first
And you won't let me take it back
I have no receipt to tuck in my belt
No crown upon this head
Once upon a time, my love
I would have slayed a beast
I was a warrior for you 
Such a conquest
Such a trial
Such a shame
Just the ends of the bread
Left in this bag
Just the shell, no pearl, no butter
She adorns a neck somewhere 
But screaming her name 
To the blackened star bleached night
Won't bring her back
Chaos is like a fly 
It loves the light
it wants to die. 

Written March 20 something 2016

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