IF I TOLD YOU MY HEART IS BROKEN

By The Black Unicorn

there are no more sweet things.

They've all been swallowed up and turned to bile.

An ashen veil covers earth

cloaking our sins from the eyes of God.

Or so we said—

when there were still words worth speaking

and songs worth

singing.

When the Word lived amongst us, and I

and i—

chorused in one voice.

Before the immaculate birth wrought the immaculate lie.

Now our words are ash,

choked up by babes and martyrs

with blackened lungs.

Sputtering and rasping

about how the former things,

the sweet things,

have passed.

There are no more sweet things,

Son. Gaze into my hollow sockets.

Let your eyes take root

and watch as the pressures of this world tenderly encase me,

as corded woollen sediments

bury my soft bones.

My heart is hard and hollow and heavy;

my sweet teeth are rot.

Remember, children:

Death of the body does not mean death of the soul.

Death of the soul does not mean death of the dream.

Son,

when you leave here with a kiss

and I crumble in your arms.

Let not your heart be troubled.

For tomorrow there will be light,

and it shall burst into a thousand sunsets.

When amber and saffron beams shine upon your woolly face

turn your eyes to that horizon where peace reigns,

for perhaps there will be

sweet things again.

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