Sincerely

Who are you, sincerely?
I only ask for the pleasure
of watching you drown
the answer.

I'd have you know; however,
were you to flee, disgusted
by a naked mind,
I'd be alone.

Consider me then shackled!
Forbidding escape,
and to keep me by you,
even should I turn ill.

I lift this facade to
a visage of sweet sorrow,
that which, for me, is bottomless,
is emptiness to you.

Oh the quality of clarity!
To have kept veiled such beauty
would be truly repulsive; a tragedy
unto your own self.

I Did Not Die For Love

I did not die for love;
drinking poison
is tried and trite revenge

Nor for glory; as it were
vile alike virtuous
fallen by the blade

I did not die for lack of hope,
to escape despair,
or absolve a long-stood pain

I think a door shut when I died;
the latches clattered
and I passed on smiling.