Silver drops of starlight fall like a river
To gild your eyes and nose and hair
And make you sparkle, here and there,
With all your precious memories,
My dear departed giver.
Your smile lingers on my reflected face
With cold corners crunching up my eyes,
Building ice-green walls of mirrored lies
With nothing behind but another void,
An abscess of empty space,
Filled with stars of blackened lead
That stay awake, but yet unlit
For being confronted with ****** slits
They smolder redly, richly hidden
Until the darkness they can shed.
A sword to cut the twisted tines
That enthrallingly entangle
And hopelessly mangle
Was found in Love,
And now I shine.