
You keep your pale hands so far from mine as though at my warmth would surely die
Your eyes and the moon dancing as they pleased with no law shouting at me He is mine! He is mine!
My voice so carefully offered words so intimately chosen received by an abhorrent gaze. To what do I owe this pleasure of disgust upon me?
If the words had not been uttered; If a tongue could be resistant; If a heart could not love ! Certainly you would not go.
Where would time be if not in his present time? If from the blueness of lips murmured, he is mine. Surely time is his and rests in his body whose components encaged by bone are absent. And where should be a beating organ is a place for words so gently given from my nervous mouth, to be smothered into blood every minute and thrown down into acid to be devoured every hour.
Chains linked with endless deserted promises of till death do us part alone i cuffed from my wrists to thy ankles. A life dragging meaningless behind your evil stride. Yes I shall go with thee; yes use this body… yes I would have.. stayed. Let the earth tear my face down, let my eyes go blind and let my legs be destroyed in the path. Let my being ruin and let your desires be fulfilled. Yes, dare i say, i would have stayed. Through a thousand relms of torture and misery, i would have stayed.
All that was, love became agony, anguish for passion and affection above all was and would always be suffering. Keep my nourishment, my existance only a word but never take his life from mine.
Century after century after century beneath drunken steps, behold a touch of light upon my forgotten cheek as though a dream could have appeared and wasted on this useless face. Could it be i am commanded to look up from the only life i know?
A whisper dancing upon my bleeding ears, the sounding of a bell telling tales of my beauty. A THUNDEROUS SHATTERING OF LOCKS AND CHAINS. It was an angel i heard! Oh stay! What i have heard let me see it for i know you are still here! That i may fall in love with him for i have risen and am free from this.
A curse to you reaper, evil bones! Give me my soul! She is mine! She is mine! Till this day i dare not challenge thee but leave now i say! You are forbidden from me.
My fate now lies in the hand that tenderly carressed my disfigured face. To whom it seemed so beauteous he should whisper sweet life to it; I am to search and follow, forever his true love.

