::: The Smallest Sin :::

[gnutmeg]

each night I lay beneath yggdrasil
and wake to spit out poetry like so many teeth
as I've lost yet another battle
destroyed by dreams
will my sanity by the price for my peace?

he is blue and silver crowned in ice
while I am crimson and white
bathed in my own blood
we met in a snow-covered field to kiss just once
but became dualists

forgive me not

she sang her song on the wrong day
and I knew her disguise
will it be less painful if I breathe between syllables?
I know what you're saying
without understanding a word of you

screaming relieves the pressure in my skull
but drowning stops it completely
cut up my face
and call out your sandman
these sort of things don't last forever

rub my tummy, hear my song
I make myself the monster so they can't
make me cry
am I willing to betray another's memory
simply by being myself?

these awkward silences are plotting together
to pull us apart
I don't understand your absense of mind
is it me?
or just a distraction?

then again
these are the sorts of things that won't matter
until I've killed you
until I've tasted your blood
off my soiled fingertips

those fingers ache bitterly for the window
emits the softest breeze
I fear this cold
for it has nothing to do with him
how can I die if he's not there?