Give me the antidote
for this poison I abhorred and learnt to ignore.
Give the antidote that shedding vessels denies to the core.
I never wished to drink from the bitter river
which divests the Dark Dreamer
from the revelations of existence.
How can a heart suffer in absence of pain?
Her face – branded, paralyzed, and pale.
The mirror she held as life said farewell.
The death of the innocent.
It is all emptiness, yet I cascade!
I cascade with the grief of a foreign sentiment.
Forgive me, Your Majesty;
for thou didst meet thy end,
and no mercy caressed thee
‘fore the tearing of the flesh.
Thou took’st thy leave in blasphemy,
and truth remained unseen
amidst the lines of neglected poetry.
And truth was buried still…
destroying images of me.
I am sorry.