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I’ve been convicted. It’s done. The malice in Fate’s web is spun. Yet I cannot recall, cannot defend The taciturn tribunal I did attend. Once believing my empyrean could truly be, The jury’s conflagration left only an ember of me. Ablaze only for anguish and brutal torment It burns with such intensity and ill intent. I cannot bear it . . . I ache to cry, to scream, to bleed. I yearn for a release with callused speed. Barren eyes sing with a wordless voice As my soul is raped for my devoted choice. This punishment, does it suit the offense? I cannot remember, things don’t make sense. What is my name? Why

Callused hands, cold and still. Hair cascading, a glorious spill. Lips so red, you thought they bled. With skin so white, you filled with fright. Gazing in wonder at the nightly crowd, You've never heard them so angry and loud. Delicious food is sweetly fed, Yet desperate hunger is silently read. Agony known only to me, To clutch and rock your fragile body. Tell me again, how you'd survive Through that frigid desert drive? Shhh . . . It's all right now. It seems it's time for us to bow. They've been cheering for you and me; Or maybe it's just their tortuous spree. Oh sweet babe! How I wail for thee!

Within this quilt, I sew your thread. Within this sigh, I rest my head. Scornful, bitter, my bleeding hands Sooth there cuts in illusion sands. Seemingly to celebrate this glorious buffoon A small flute plays, slightly out of tune. Awestruck beauty and hatred befall This luminous Tango with puppet and doll. In took, this land, the leper and the damned, Yet their cries and wails, firmly muted and banned. I sang to the babe who howled in their stead, Amongst the shell and the bell who would leave us for dead. A musical was made of my tragic conviction And I wasted away after your loving rejection. An eon of yearning and churning a

Melody night that you play Cannot sound by the light of day. Sweet you pray my angel so tright. The truth you will send and you just might Collide and descend upon our moldy grace. And that note so unique you try to replace Will nurture the Raven's low casting eyes To seek out the kiss that somehow lies So carelessly between your life and death. Who was present when you took a breath Whether it be your first or last, When the meadow you painted, ever so vast, Came to life in the caress of your mind? So in hatred when the oils fell behind, You, never so tortured as when, I slept alone within your den, Played the harp strings of