"A Poetic Mourning"
Light as a feather and stiff as a board.
I beseech you flesh cutting sword.
Your blade is shiny and fresh.
Awaiting to penetrate.
Just like the virgin in me which you have deflowered.
Feigning my innocence well I smile.
You are waiting there to cut once more.
As the sharpness hits the skin.
Draining all of my purity from within.
In stigmata form I am bleeding from your advances.
Not to mention your contamination within me.
My soul feels dirty.
My eyes are weak and swollen.
Infected from the black tears which I sob.
And I still do not know.
Why do you curse me so?
Why have you chosen me?
Why....?
Emasculate the beast within yourself.
Look into the mirror and break it.
Whichever gets you seven years first.
But even then, will you ever change?
Will you longlingly continue to bleed?
Ask me to pick the scabs once more for you.
And I would do it in a heartbeat.
To watch you bleed...maybe.
To hear you wail...possibly.
But mainly for pure satisfaction.
SUFFER!
You will never know and you shall never see.
There will never be another quite like me.
Eyes that others would surely swoon to gaze at.
Lips so supple and too soft to kiss.
With such an outspoken voice to go with it.
The voice of a lover you will never hear moan.
Adequate breasts that could taunt the blind without seeing them.
Hair so long and thick that it makes the wind jealous and not want to blow through it.
Yet it does.
But the rest is nothing compared to the most important part, the part inside my chest that never mattered at all.
I used to be an angel.
Atleast to one person.
That's what they used to refer to me as.
Until I found that there were many other "angels" in their life.
It shattered my halo.
As well as my sanity.
And even though I couldn't.
I just wanted to fly away from here.
Nature is not fully understood.
For the wolves at night do not cry loud enough for you to hear.
They trample upon the autumn leaves that you love so.
Owning the forest that used to be yours.
Owning the forest that used to be mine.
Ours?
I don't think so.
It never was.
That would be a rather argumentative concept.
But oh the trees...
They will go on forever.
Longer than you.
Longer than I.
We will never see just how big their roots are.
How deep they've been buried into the ground.
Just as my heart used to be for you.
A vulture circles above me northeast.
And it goes for the kill.
Time for its prey that it's worked so hard for.
The only true reward an animal ever gets.
Why can't we humans be so simple?
Without need for anything else in life.
Too many tasks.
Too many burdens.
Too many emotions.
This bottle of liquor just doesn't work anymore to take the pain away.
Someone tell me.
Why can't I be a bird?
-Mistress Melanie-
