Exquisite,
The purulent beheading that transverses here,
The dying of subtlety
And the overcoming of agony.
Exquisite,
The inhalation of fumes most foul,
Remains best forgotten,
And the ignorants still lay claim,
Exquisite,
The ill-suited answer from your lips,
As though, you know what the blade conceals,
But what will i say, if your lying cannot be denied?
Exquisite,
While bleeding and torn,
It is that you utter no word or response,
No more will you plunge your disdain,
Exquisite,
The minutes of observation,
The stalking of your bones,
And all the innocent ones,
That'll know no moment of peace.
I lay the bones bare and the treason clear,
Death will ever be vigilant.
And to you, this graveflower i'll seed, for you to remember me, while the night creeps in.
