Push Me Away

Since he’s gone away, my sweet mortal man,
Life has turned dull and acrid;
Dust replaced blood, still becomes my bones.
Weeping women wail all over town
I can’t be awake, I walk steady in dreams.
The comfort I had once been given,
Had bathed in and glorified,
Is ripped away, leaving only the black ink
A substance so revolting that it fills me up
My throat is black and oiled
Brain submerged in shadow.
Let me speak to my once mortal man,
My once living hero, my only friend,
I will tell him all the wonders about all the sparks
Lighting up the world in brilliance.

Three words:
I
Am
Sorry.