Black is thy name.
Black is thy shroud.
If I were to open thee,
What shall be seen?
I can feel thy Black
Soul as I spread thy
Broken wings. I hear
Each hour chime thy
Dirge and call thy
Name. I shall spread
My shoulders' blades
And feel them rise
Against my tyrannical
Skin; as thou wouldst rise
In the charcoal heavens,
Perverting it with thy
Black flock; as The Morning Star
Rose against tyrant rule
So too shall my shoulders'
Blades against my suffocating
Skin. What shall we see if
They emancipated are, or
I, eviscerated? Shall I be
Black as thee beneath my
Flesh? My ribs, and hips,
Bones, and fingers now do
The same. My bruised flesh
Shall see not the day.
What shall we see when the
Rest of it falls away? A *****
Of bones that droningly cry,
As thou screech thy name?
I think I shall be like thee,
Black in heart and Black in
Blood. I am stillborn. I shall
No longer see the day.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Black is thy name.
Black is thy shroud.
If I were to open thee,
What shall be seen?
I can feel thy Black
Soul as I spread thy
Broken wings. I hear
Each hour chime thy
Dirge and call thy
Name. I shall spread
My shoulders' blades
And feel them rise
Against my tyrannical
Skin; as thou wouldst rise
In the charcoal heavens,
Perverting it with thy
Black flock; as The Morning Star
Rose against tyrant rule
So too shall my shoulders'
Blades against my suffocating
Skin. What shall we see if
They emancipated are, or
I, eviscerated? Shall I be
Black as thee beneath my
Flesh? My ribs, and hips,
Bones, and fingers now do
The same. My bruised flesh
Shall see not the day.
What shall we see when the
Rest of it falls away? A *****
Of bones that droningly cry,
As thou screech thy name?
I think I shall be like thee,
Black in heart and Black in
Blood. I am stillborn. I shall
No longer see the day.
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