At least I tried
I offer every morsel of myself
For you to consume
And once my flesh is no longer
I give you bits of my soul
On a plate for eating
I watch as you sprinkle them on your tongue for a taste
And vomit them onto the pavement
And when everything that I once was
Disappears into a haze of dust
And fingernail clippings
Picked scabs and cracked lips
At least I tried
You wonder why I am gone
A shadow of transcendence
A silhouette of what could have been
A forgotten puddle after
After a funeral rain
A lover of the moon
Mourner of the stars
Loather of self
And from my ashes
Hatred blooms
With silvery petals
And wilted leaves
Hatred blooms
With silvery petals
And wilted leaves
Beautiful and tragic
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