I

The love I once originated

still reverberates

The existence is the pain,

a victim, only of situation

The love I still hold,

Is inclusive

The situation was raped

Rudely forced

The pain is the tear on

The violet dusk and an echo

On dawns royal sky.

The memories fragment indifferently

The face is a hero,

She’s not found on a a coin,

Or a note, not stamp

Or metal carving

But inside a torn muscle

Displayed on a tapestry

In the

For I am no hero,

I do not coexist with her

She has become my Elizabeth

Unswayed by my passions

The terror caused screams,

Eyes to fall, open, open

Close, close, roll, roll.

My eyes sing a sad sad song,

Number one, on the news,

Dressed in a wooden suit,

Futile existence, unprecedented

time, sniff sniff,

snuff snuff, sniff sniff snuff

snudd snuff

snuffed.