Blame

I know you must know it now
My warnings have stoned
My fingers are numb around
Your warm, pulsing throat
And I whispered, «My wife,»
She opened her pale eyes
She smiled, so I smiled
And I got what I deserved
This house was my flowered heart
But my petals have fallen
Do you love him, tell me now,
Or I’ll show you my scars
And you will bow boldly
And tell me you’re sorry
But you’re hardly moving
Wake up and give me what I know I deserve
The farmer’s wife heard it from the street down below
And later fully recalled each harrowing note
And she would cry
«Holy Spirit has cursed me.»
And for this my ending sooner than I deserve"
The children weren’t lucky to have only used ears
As I stood on top of him looking down,
I felt the fear in their skin as they plead,
«Father, did you kill our leader?
Our rock and great teacher?
What did he deserve?»
And I replied,
«No, killed my leeches.
And the wound that is? is.
I hope you can see it
for what I deserve.»
The judge would ask, «Why again, was it him and not her?»
The only thing I could think was, «To settle my nerves.»
Try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless
And abandoning secrets and trust all the same
So I deserve what I deserve
So I deserve what I deserve
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