Sticks and StonesSticks and stones may break my bonesMore Like This
But words cannot console me
When rising forth from ends of earth
The power all controlling
It rages on from dusk till dawn
This pain that all consuming
And in the bed whence lain thy head
I give myself to dreaming
Dreams of locks and broken clocks
And shades of those not living
Of ones I've lost and ones I've crossed
And those that did the leaving
Toss and turn and by dreams doth spurned
I wake alone and trembling
This frigid cold arrest my soul
A lump of flesh ashiverin'
Tangled in sheets my heart, it beats
Against my ribs a'pounding
Immersed in hurt, within your shirt
I curl and cleanse by weeping
To heaven high I question "Why
Must I lay here lamenting?
For some lapsed sin for which I've been
Accursed by such bewailing?"
With battered hums the voice re-comes
From walls reverberating
Through endless nights and darkened lights
Beneath the bright stars shining
Until the day when crimes repay
And frozen clocks start ticking
And though the wound with
Golden DeathO most beautiful, shining, golden fishMore Like This
Thou watery abode now abandoned lay.
Dids't I not attend to thou every wish
Nor make clean your water always stay
And rid the slime from thou decorative rocks?
Wait was I wrong to clean the tank with Clorox?