Libitina

Spent whispers in the aching room,

The chorus sings on yet love is crushed,

We lie there, trapped in our own tomb,

The bedclothes wrapped, lending to us

A winding-sheet for charnel lust,

The mocking scene of former trust.

I shall miss you, I shall miss you,

But I think I ought now to go.

Please don't touch me nor speak of love,

No hint of tear to tell my deed,

If you must talk, then curse your love,

As for no change your eyes will bleed.

Boundaries change, the game is played,

Speech that pleased you left me deceived,

Obsequies poured to you betrayed,

In your divinity I so believed

'Til all your secrets disappeared,

My time to leave has now neared,

When I go there'll be no winning pleas

To turn me from this sought for freeze.

In shame I take the time to pause

As if this act can be redeemed,

My fingers trace the lines I'll cause,

Fresh furrows in the pale skin's gleam,

My needs force you soon to be told

Your trusting sleep has since been sold.