A Lover Lost, a Killer Convicted


Stronger shoulders have had to weep.
The impatient rooftop cannot wait,
So kiss my lungs for saker's keep.

You blinded my mind, forced me shut deep.
Your lips touched my skin and decided my fate.
Stronger shoulders have had to weep.

You kept my glands locked in, you creep,
Your one night-stand, can you feel the weight?
To kiss, you have, but my lungs are not for you to keep.

You made me yours, a Frankenstein leech,
A mangled corpse on stolen slates, I wake,
For stronger shoulders have had to weep.

Finder's keepers does not apply to lost sheep
Your footsteps fade from my realm set ablaze.
Only this will remain: a kiss on my lungs for saker's keep.

One too many nights of glass and dirtied sheets
There is no holiness in a word like consummate
Stronger shoulders have had to weep,
So kiss my lungs for saker's keep.

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