A Lament for Prey

I’m ailing with delight and lousy with happiness
Put behind me is a sliver; Of what, I confess,
Belongs to you. It’s had your name on it for some time
Some say I’m wasting a life, taking yours into mine
Though, behind the veil, we accept a death. More or less
You can take solace in knowing my heart will address–
I’m sure your mind knows, and sure your eyes see… How sublime
Just behind us an altar of a deathly design
Made for you. Every curve. Every hollow. A success
Of which I’m quite proud to boast to the low and highest
And behind me, your branded sliver aching to shine
You will drip rubies… and on your sweet flesh I will dine


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