Funeral - Hunger


Bitter-sweet nostalgia&#8230; 
Desire pulls hard, 
But it's too late. 
Dead are all my virtues 
And gifts. 

It dulls not any pains, 
And hard covet 
Reaps a poor harvest 
In these latter days. 

Starve me in 
Boneman torture. 
Skin-tight lover. 
Pound upon pound 
Of flesh paid well 
With gnawing ache, 
And hunger. 

But your want lies asleep, 
Under frozen layers of ignorance. 
Or even fear. 

Dressed in sacrilege, 
I sprawl in hurt 
&#8230; And wear thorns 
Just for you. 

Read my scars, 
Count my sorrows, 
But see me ! 
'Lest the cruel beauty 
In my song face the trial 
Of deaf ears. 
And that is truly worse than death. 

I dance in your spirit 
And sleep so well in your arms. 
Awake unattainable one&#8230; 
Awake&#8230;

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