Darling,Eat my heart out.That's all you seem to want to do.So finish off your deed;Cut me open and quit your murder'sForeplay.Leave a bloody voidGaping in my chest.The ribs become yourChandelier.As I am no longer humanNor live.Disfiguringly transformed intoThe objects of décor.
Split me away fromReality.And soMy mind melts awayMy body is a stranger to meTime flies likeBuzzing gnatsMy flesh rendsAs my mind flies into the voidI zone out—Out of existence
She steps out, slowlyFlowing a languid riverHer dark hairUntiedFlows into the nightAs her skirt—Black and ankle-length—Follows her viscous graceShe delicatelysmiles at me—Or at herself—At someoneHer eyes—GlazedLike a fishmonger's displays—Stare
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.