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 They blow away, scattered by a sickly warm breeze 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 Beautiful and tragic