No words remain

No words remain,
all I find
is the mockery of memory
laughing through the ages

of what death has denied me…

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If dust were anger
I would choke the universe
with my vengeance.

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No one
should blame the messenger
for you were merely the blade
to pierce my heart
with the tears of anguish.

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If sleep were a virtue
tonight I would be
the Whore of Babylon.

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Three words uttered
can unlock the heart
from its slumber.

Three words buried
can entomb the heart
in the shroud of misery.