tasted

Harken a new listening

and break beneath the bore

i've prepared a glistening,

and you'll prepare a sword

i denied your contrition and

bellied your word

but you crossed me once more than twice

and i don't forgive more than thrice

: you're time has come

i say goodbye

you'll eat your words

and then you'll die

inside a swift, regrettingly, intense and antagonistically
bereft coffin of antebellum love

thankfull for the forces

of vicious

wicked prose

i'll deny the gardens

and you'll deny the love

tied together now,

by duty and our pain

we'll satisfy the courses

and live together in vain

i'll pretend your beautiful

and together we will sin

impartial to ever-after

by and far a win to win

(if you consider that you can't cut your costs in
preferential duty, but charm those wicked ones you
want)

have a taste

you won't regret

it'll only cost you

many

many

many

years later when i die

and you know.

you know.

you'll know.

i knew.