Sorrow’s seed plumbs the depths
beneath miles of smiles, shallow breaths;
forages, feeds on anger and bile;
part-borrowed, unjust, alone in the aisle.
Sinking stone looks up at concentric ripples
thrown to the riverbed where memory trickles
More brittle bone, unknown and forgotten;
outwardly ripe and internally rotten.
The places we’ve wandered, the things we have done
crawling over each other as we reach for the sun
A handful of sand scattered far by demand
but we always kick dust up whenever we land.
Close your eyes, don the wreath, that necklace of teeth
screaming heart torn apart as it wanders the heath
No heed for the morrow, let us drink for today
no parting – sweet sorrow – unite in dismay
A union! A union! Unholy desire
Throw a cloth on the floor, throw our souls on the fire
Teeth marks on the neck, knife marks on the back
to curse god’s nonexistence and the courage we lack