Hello there; this is a breakup verse to my loathsome past
Hello there; this is a wake for the self I wish to bury behind
Cross your hands, shower me in strangled black roses
Perfume me in mildew, grass and earth
For tonight I write this verse; to bid it farewell.
I do not wash my hands for the murder of dreams
I am blemished and filthy for this descent into under
I leave scars, more than none, I do not contest.
This world, this fragile twisted world
Disillusions us into greatness
And yet we ended up becoming
Disfigured into perfection.
Salutations; this is a breakup poem
A burning carcass of broken guitar strings
The instrumentals playing sounded a very fine hearse
For I walk in the vale of tears
Oh please keep the music alive
Let my death march a walk in guilt and shame
Hello there, my past.
This is a break-up verse I wish to last.
And here I came to your grave, fetching the demon souls
For I shall bring them, piggy backed and burning
And stare if they may, for you are a melodrama
Of black keys and white in these piano renditions
Of tears, anger, haste and suicide letters.
Salutations; I wear the guilty crown
I crawl down into the pit six feet down
Let me hear that music one last time
What was it? Oh, Unravel.
I’m vanishing, terrorized at peace.
I’m going home.
I am going into my separate ways.
Hear me, crazy me,
I am closing the sarcophagus
Please go your new way.
-H. Christy IX.XVIII.XV