A Eurydice Dipped in Fallacy
Every word I said was a song
Meant for you to hear
So that I might stumble
To the darkest depths
For the lightest soul
Only for fire
To let your skin drip to wax
Until all that was left
Was beauty undone
A muse fallen
Plunged into words
you no longer meant
But I saw beauty
In mismatched letters
My song had been yours
In the order I wanted
But the wax melted my voice
While you told me to keep singing
Until my throat had roted
And when the song stopped
So did you
Because the best lies you ever told
Were the ones I sang
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