“Reap what you sow.”

This is what I keep hearing,

When our thread wove.

Intertwined are we to trees that sing.

Only a few days more,

And you would kiss the dust.

Through it, it was me you tore.

You are a newly-brought iron yet you rust.

I called on your name

To make sure you lived.

Without you, it would not be the same

The meals, the joy, the life-- change it did.

You cried in agony,

And do I tell you

That I, too, took your pain for me--

For us. I endured your rue.

You pled to remove it,

Yet I resisted

Inside the room where she sit--

Beautiful like the moon, but it shifted.

Who knew death took you,

As if he killed me.

Who knew this pain I took for you,

As if I killed me.

I sat on the bed you cried,

The bed you laughed,

The bed when I was by your side.

Farewell was not cast,

Now as I stand from afar,

The death you faked,

The love you scarred,

It was not for my sake.

I woke up from my dream and learned

Death spared me

From the one I loved and yearned--

O’ tragic, O’ so tragic, Kill me did you.

I ask of the lovely you,

If I left you behind

Would you cry for me?

Would you forgive me?

Would you join me?

O’ blurry are my eyes off of you so bitter

For I know you will bury me.

The tree never sang for us, star-crossed lovers--

It wailed for me and cried me a song

It knew that you would forget me

And would find someone better--

than me.

Many a rose and pure happiness—

Shall I take thee to where both ne’er spill?

Where the whitest swan makes time stay still?

To thy beauty, the moon dare not rest,

For I shall sing odes with noblest grace!

Thy burning eyes are the warmest fires

Which remove the winter from my heart.

Meters far is being years apart,

A mile— an eternity had passed,

Ne’er knowing how each second might last.

Love, I shall be thy angelic wings.

Soar above the blue skies and white clouds,

Look below for the vast Earth it shrouds.

’Bove seas, thou and I are queen and king,

Skies we rule and no one is akin

If e’er ye remove me from my shell,

If e’er heaven above us be lost,

If e’er hell below us be cold frost,

Shall I be ever bound to thy spell?

Nay, for I wish not each heart to dwell!

Stomachs were opened,

Chopped and fried for guests to feast.

The guests enjoyed it

Not knowing which were innards

And thus they were as well scarred.

Under crimson skies,

A kid goes through hell and cries 

As shears pierce through thighs.

"Scream, scream, scream for help,

God won't save thee, little whelp!"

To Hell's gates, he fell.