Edward's LamentI fear I'm out of honeyed wordsMore Like This
To drip into your hungry ear.
No sickly, saccharin sentiments
Shall ye find written here.
Illusions fled, I've come undone.
I've nought left now but verse stripped raw,
Words scrawled and spat and stewed in bile
Thoughts black and rotten at the core.
Frenzied howls and curses haunt
The corners of my tattered soul.
Inner demons, restless, snarl
And pace the depths of their dark hole.
So question not, nor pry beneath
The fragile smile, the vacant gaze,
Lest fury gush from every crack
And set your sunlit world ablaze.