Forgive me, Love
I lied when I said my heart is with you.
The truth is closer
Buried beneath walls of bone and flesh.
Rebuilt faster than your fingers tore them down.
Curled up warmth
The ice pressing in on the fetal attempts to ignore.
Here it remains
Straining between breaking and apathy.
The wolves smell the blood and weakness.
Shove the Queen
from her throne,
topple her crown.
Forgive me, Fool
I lied when I said my heart is with me.
The truth is further
Exposed to the elements, the wind and cold.
Walls a shambles
Crumbling quickly to ruin as the seeders break them down.
Lain out death
Gone frozen and stiff to become mummified ignorance.
Here I remain
Lost between idiocy and intelligence.
The vultures pick away at meat and meekness.
Shove the King
from his coffin,
topple his corpse.
— The End —