I am the moon, the seas
The air, the breeze
And I take the lips
Of violence greedily
I ache for fists or
My lost grief to be
Visible or tangible
Or able to be grasped
I want your emeralds
Your precious stones

When you gasp and weep
In bed, sheets sweaty and filled with ***
As you grow weak and seek
Solace in yesteryear days of fun
I have already been and am
I am almost done
Reaping from the doubts of the young

I live with death, the handsome fellow
His claws and his hair and his whims
I follow him along every path
Until he tires and changes faces
She is the angel, the beauty, but graceless

Sitting in cloud-filled tombs
I read through the tomes of history
And her story bites through my ears
She whispers to me all my fears
She harvests the things I’ve stolen
She is the diamond of the gods
She is worthless, and wanted
But she takes the emeralds and the sapphires
And she drapes herself in my empire
Satiety waning and continues
To take