I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue

I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front

I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night

The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded

Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending

The children lay to rest in their graves
So still they have fallen
Weeping mothers echo into spring
The tears left stained unto pavements
Grown over are the gardens
Below they shall rest
For eternity has not laid awake in years
Content to the masses all lives fallen short
Here lies the troubled youth

Humble king’s castle
Heart of the just dominion
Gone with the high tide

I know not the meaning in a day,
nor the lingering summers ray,
oh!-how its warmth and glint decay,
upon that deep and lonely blue bay!

I know not the meaning in a night,
nor the winter moon above in flight,
too soon will it wane from my sight,
beyond that cold dark mountain height!

I know not the meaning in death,
to live!-to love!-and lie beneath,
that wind tattered autumns heath,
I fear!-my hearts last shallow beat!

I will tear you apart with my teeth and use your splintered bones as toothpicks before the trial
clean your blood from under my fingernails
your blood so rich and red will drip from the corners of my mouth
so thick and sweet looking
boiled till you blister
sweaty exterior sweeter than the scent of fresh peaches
but the inside was more acidic than I could define
sweet and fresh exterior for a decaying heart
I devoured everything you had to offer
without another thought
except for
I wish I had known

We say, "Ageing well."
We mean, "Decaying interestingly."

As I wrap my son in pride
--you wallow in your own.
As I plan the future you spend the same amount of time in the past.
My failure to become the child you want
has prevented you from loving the grandchild I've given.
So I will hide my triumphant blessing
and keep him from the judgement I faced.
And since I am such a horrible letdown
--you have four other children to be "good enough" for you.
And I would wish you greater pride in them but you already have enough in yourself.
There has been much growth in myself like the grass in the spring and with that growth I see life and decay
For I am learning to be good enough for my baby and not perfect for you.