Once upon a golden day
They led me to where thy layst
In all thine splendour, fire and might
An angel did then cloud my sight
O enchantress, what sayst thou?
Your sight, it dost put a glamour on me
Behind thine eyes of ebony
What colors doth thou see?
Clench my throat in thy marble hand
Steal my soul
My heart
My mind
In thy cloak of conium and chamomile
What is they purpose? O sweet angel?

It must be hard
To have someone
With a heart so marred
To think of you
As the sun
As I do.

To know that your desires
Although not meant
To set these fires
Would cause my disappointment.

The choices you make
In my heart
Hold a heavy weight
A potential to tear me apart.

I made you my god
But you knew you were a fraud.

Never wished to hurt me
But you desired to be free
Of this podium
I forced onto you
My applause conium
I never knew I was slowly killing you.

It must be hard
To have someone so marred
Think as highly of you
As I do.

I can't quit loving you
But if I quit hurting you
Do you think you
Could say I love you too?

You are my sun
But you are human too.

Undone in dark
you strike back with ardor.
The end was not near. It
was only the beginning of it.

There were many questions
about life. Without mincing any
words, you draw a circle
and sit outside of it.

There was no natural answer.
You teach yourself about
the foundation, from the book
of falls. The breach of trust has a glint
of dagger.

In the hour of betrayal you
drink the cup of Conium, to
describe the ascending palsy.
Step by step, drop by drop.

Why death was hesitant to
shake with you?

Such numbing are you
how you take my breath away
you have poisoned me
in death soon I try to delay

Dear conium maculatum
the wonder killer of a patient age
you run through my body
liken to the black plague

You are a death sentence
a flora most abundant
if only you were sage
I could live a longer age

In ancient Greece, you were a death sentence
in a mild barbaric way
oh lady hemlock
I rest my head and do drift away


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris