one last kiss

And in the end the child was dead
as angels fell to dust.
Nevermore to see the sun
as blood began to rust.
Take this thought and hold it still
and I will dwell with thee
wanting not for better things
for all you were resides in me.

I feel that prick of memory
the foulest I’ve ever known.
A little spur, a little rub,
for sins I now atone.
As I go back to what I was
in sweeter times than these,
tasting rinds of rotted fruit
that smell of death and sweet release.

I’ve found that painful part of me
that hurtful poisoned well
and purge it from its rotten core
of constant misery.
Striving for a life of light
and everlasting bliss,
hold me now forever girl
and give me one last kiss.