I WISH I COULD PLUCK A STAR

You said you will bring,

The stars, the moon for me

I say...

I wish I could pluck a star,

And set fire to this world.

You'd die once, I died twice,

First raped, then sliced.

I'd thaw your colds

And burn your breeds

Dazed; see the sorry sight.

You said you would write in blood

Your vows; sealing to mine

I say...

I hope to catch the moon someday,

And trap you with your spite.

Pieces of meat; you ate me raw;

Stuffed, bloodied; left to die.

I'd drag you to depths unfathomed,

breathless and forlorn; pleading respite,

A cackle at your sorry sight.

You said I was your days and nights,

The goddess in your life.

I say...

I wish I could unleash the sun,

Ashed; your hungry moans turned to cries.

Pedestalled, enshrined; for ego of thine,

Defined, declined; was I divine?

The filthy nights are tarred charcoal,

I'd paint your faces black,

And let your malice shine.

Will you still bring the moon, the stars for me?

Write your love in blood?

Am I still your days and nights?