when i was younger, i breathed in the spring
and felt the warmth pass through my feet
i ran through the grass that had long since been green,
and picked all the flowers alive close to me
i knew the creatures were treasures to be
i knew the sun and my time on the swing,
was spent with the birds
my arms to match wings,
of which i adorned as gifts from small things
and then i met you and first craved the winter
wearing your gaze to warm me and shelter
your skin, unlike mine, was pale like the hatter
your dark hair grew darker
your crazed eyes aglimmer
to which i mistook the shining for summer,
when your luster and glare were morbid and bitter
the fire i lit within you grew bigger,
but you, a black hole, to eat and then wither
taking my all to return ever favor
as empty as gardens, dead, prime to splinter
to hold and to cherish, your bride, the sinner