Shreds: “Leave Me Here”

Leave me here, under the fourth stone,
Entombed in asbestos and insults.
Foolish was the echo of our murky love,
Bitter the draught of the serum we wrought;

We made a morrow of languid nevers,
Magic to sell to the blind seekers;
We sought the end ‘fore the prologue,
Protected by a false and fragile aura.

Oily dawns upon the roads o’ yesteryear,
Hyenas and vultures on darkened steels,
Faceless busts and heart-shaped papers;
They all sing where eyes cannot hear.

He sits again by the harbor’s edge.
Rain falls, drying on his every visage.
From the sea, the world pleases him
As he weeps crimson, cradled by a god.

Tell me if thou ceasest to live.