Medusa waiting for my lover enarmored against me sheathed in metallic waistcoat dinner: bloody lamb's shank then murder why do you scheme this? all I ever did wrong was to love you. in the end you only met my eyes in reflection pools shiny katana mirrored teardrops and memory hello lover what tiny helpless thing did you kill today? Am I uglier than your movie stars measure less the long feline strides of brazilian supermodels strolling the walk? despite hydroxycut abs chiselled tris and calves so sharp they cut? bleeding that's all I ever do for you now inhaled upon sword entrail droop, eviserate myself just to get closer to remembered lips that used to say things like: '...you are what makes me realize that music loves a virtuoso' I loved that false image I had of you. hair droop vision blurred by snakes descending to kiss I hear your winged steed the beast that hates me hates me still your blade singing from its sheath freed to free me come to me in in muscled strides lay the groundwork the justification assuage the guilt you won't feel for killing me what a hero. what a stud. you fail to realize fail in your accounting the ocean between us the fog no pegasi can traverse I hold the only vessel and I refuse to cross and in the years of your frustration when you think upon what might have been the glory that would be heaped upon you the accolades you said you didn't care for and the feasts of helpless things even though you finally won in my loneliness I refused to provision starving alone on a foreign shore I had your failure to comfort and knew when I looked above me in the scarred sky above no constellation with your name would circulate upon my still form for forever I will love you even though I cannot expect the same at least I have small satisfaction that your heroism is undone you will age without memories of a glory sang to kings and I will lay forever eyes blind from the luminary burn a false night to comfort me before the true night descends.