#tybalt
In this, my last hour of rhyme,
with stains uncontainèd by shaking hands
Spreading like red soldiers running wartime
untempered by generals shouting commands
Then laughing like drunkards, drowning in wine
that rich purple spills out from its barrels
Then lying on bartops, eyes shine porcine
and unheard soft voices hiss curses and carols.
O, woe be on me if I speak out of time;
out-tumbling come innards, spewed from a mouth
Which whispered sad prayers in corners of grime:
hints of spring-season on trips to the south;
Watch them out-tumble, watch horri-divine
like the death of the tragic, acted but true
Yet laughing old minstrels declare it quite fine:
and friends ensure royal-men breathe not from the blue.
Hours fly past on wings of the Sun
who turns misted eyes from child-fight below
And lives lives of many, but cares not for none
not least merchant servants, throttled in the snow.
I fade and I fade: a blossom once watered
and love of the stage is clogging my throat
It changes my words: I fight it, I fought it
and hot-wet floods up with drowning and choke.
This minute, these words: I defy death.
And cold, outward slipping: my slow final breath.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
I learned how to love and hate
To never trust fate,
Simply listening to my needs,
Crave for your body, blade and sins.
Hell is part of me, sir,
As Heaven is six feet under,
Not deep as a Well nor so wide as a church door,
Take me and break me to the core!
Madness of you,
Violence and desire piercing threw,
Tasting the Little Death with the tip of those lips,
Bitter sweet travel down the mist.
But remember, prince of Cats,
You can’t tame me, sick ****** rat,
But if you want me,
Scream me, cry me, torn me…
I am Mercury,
Unstable and addictive,
Get on your knee,
I will end it by killing thee.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC