lies my lies my lying
my faithlessness my heartlessness my calumny
my hemlock hand to keep you in solitude nightcrying

there will not be luxury of hope there will not be dignity of heart
there will be burning of imperfection and vivacity trod to the floor
there will be sweet confidence trampled in tatters in shatters

you will be my emptysecret my housescandal my nightsubmission
you will be my thorndarkness my sleepweed my bloodsculpture

you will be sport and game and ornament and shadow
play quicksighted play unobtrusive play house

deathdevoted heart cold beyond cold
wake hark hear my lies
lies beyond lies

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