Love is often portrayed in twos,Two wandering souls whose paths are merged,Blessed by the hands of fate.A lone wanderer will be misplaced,Too trivial to be given the attention that will sprout songs in their name.Yet, it seems to me the greatest stuff for bedtime tales;A warrior who had no one keeping the candle on,Gazing out the window awaiting their return.One whose only companion was the echo of their heartbeat,Who faced a blazing desert and turned it to a rainforest with nothing but their tears.
I'm at war with love and all the things it should be,All the standards I lifted from well sprung fairytales and failed to imprint on the maps of life.I've stained my hand with pretty paint and received a gruesome picture,So I've taken to sulking at the mishap,Because, no one warned me how messy love will be.
Take a hold nowOn the silver handles here,Six silver handles,One for each of his old pals.Take holdAnd lift him down the stairs.Put him on the rollersOver the floor of the hearse.Take him on the last haul,To the cold straight house.The level even house,To the last house of all.The dead say nothingAnd the dead know muchAnd the dead hold under their tonguesA locked-up story.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
He wakes, who never thought to wake again,Who held the end was Death. He opens eyesSlowly, to one long livid oozing plainClosed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies;And waits; and once in timeless sick surmiseThrough the dead air heaves up an unknown hand,Like a dry branch. No life is in that land,Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;An unmeaning point upon the mud; a speckOf moveless horror; an Immortal OneCleansed of the world, sentient and dead; a flyFast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck.I thought when love for you died, I should die.It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.