Dirt I Cannot Wash Libitina

Spent whispers in the aching room



The chorus sings on yet love is crushed



We lie there, trapped in our own tomb



The bedclothes wrapped, lending to us



A winding-sheet for charnel lust



The mocking scene of former trust



I shall miss you, I shall miss you



But I think I ought now to go







Please dont touch me nor speak of love



No hint of tear to tell my deed



If you must talk



Then curse your love



As for no change your eyes will bleed







Boundaries change



The game is played



Speech that pleased you left me deceived



Obsequies poured to you betrayed



In your divinity I so believed



Til all your secrets disappeared



My time to leave has now neared



When I go therell be no winning pleas



To turn me from this sought for freeze







In shame I take the time to pause



As if this act can be redeemed



My fingers trace the lines Ill cause



Fresh furrows in the pale skins gleam



My needs force you soon to be told



Your trusting sleep has since been sold







I shall miss you







But I think I ought now to go
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