The new feeds on my rose,
crawling lightly within,
as I long for respite nowhere,
inside an own empty carress.
Locked out laying motionless,
like a martyr beating alone,
my dull harmony falling to a heap
quivering old and discarded,
to your new lover,
kissing him in a way I once held,
with the dead and past,
grinning in wonder and disbelief,
covered with marsh, grease and murky muck.
crawling lightly within,
as I long for respite nowhere,
inside an own empty carress.
Locked out laying motionless,
like a martyr beating alone,
my dull harmony falling to a heap
quivering old and discarded,
to your new lover,
kissing him in a way I once held,
with the dead and past,
grinning in wonder and disbelief,
covered with marsh, grease and murky muck.