For What Was Your Gift For, Me
Years ago I sudden Changed
A younger man But Singed by Silly Love's Flames
My Olde friends thought this aimless, mere insane.
now , heh, the years tic by and The places i loved
to haunt are corpsie massed faux stone and
pipes of electic metal and vein.
May the Lourde forgive my Substitute for
your softer Flesh Sweet M. but I gloat
My hunger on Wine and dusty Bread writhing in my Pane.
I see the Days grow shorter and the nighly Longing
groan. but for Us it was just a Moment
A joke on Crumbling, Graven Stone.