poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry
Roses of death, lace of hate
Smother me in your deceit and lies
Release me, dark one, set me free
Before your starling gives in and dies.
Shackles of distrust, chains of bitterness
Wrap me in your coldness and ice
Free me, master, from these bonds
Before your raven collapses and dies.
Whips of betrayal, stones of craving
Throw me to my doom,
Cover me in darkness, save me from the light
That threatens your torture room.
Blindfolds of thoughtless love, blades of endless hope
Shatter all that is familiar within
Release me, free me, cast me to the winds
Shelter me from this wanton sin.