ceremony

so thoroughly convinced that the product of persistence

was a love that i'd been told of when i was just a kid

i was wed to my misery in the hope that at the ceremony

you'd interject

but you never did

now seven years on

bitter and resentful

i still contemplate what i did to deserve

the glimpses of affection you used to distract me

as you were filing my teeth to the nerve

i know you were the death of me

but still in spite of everything

i hope that you are finding sleep while i still lay awake

although my throat is burning now

it's still so quiet in the house

the emptiness you occupied is more than i can take

tell me

are you ashamed?

cause i felt alone and you watched as i decayed

i slipped through your hands as i faded

i've tried to forget

but your love will make a museum of me yet

i hope you know how long i've waited

though reservoirs of self-disgust have swollen up inside my lungs

pulmonary oedema is no substitute for love

that once lay its head upon my chest

a comfort cradled motionless

but i have come undone. my love is not enough

i know it's hard to watch your light fade from my eyes

but darling for my sake you've got to let it die

my weathered hands have dug this grave enough

it's time for us to bury our love

tell me

are you ashamed?

cause i felt alone and you watched as i decayed

i slipped through your hands as i faded

i've tried to forget

but your love will make a museum of me yet

i hope you know how long i've waited