What makes you think
You’re human enough
Visions of light incinerated
And sepulcher demolished
Would never make you
As near as one
Seeing the outlines of
Wax statues
Or the inside of treasure box worn by year
Are just paths to a shallow valley
Of condescending condolence
And folie à deux
Where your madness
Never shares with mine
So my love, never bother trying
Even if you managed to take a flower
From the tree of life
The rest are just poison that force
You to succumb
Limbless
Mindless
Heartless
Shallow
With your guts arranged
In order
Like a marvelous slaughtertastic
Flower arrangement
That I used to adore
Before I perished
Knowing that I never wanted
To lit your soaked thread
With adorned pain
When you called me with names
Improper
When you accused me of
Disdain and betrayal
When you wrote me away
Like words too sad to be told
And when you insulted me
Like the horror you never accepted
Until you ask yourself
What makes me think
That I’m human yet