The Funeral Portrait

You wait by the window
 Morning's breath on the sill
 Idle hands given another try
 So you wait and you savour the moment
 Outside the canvas turned white
 Ruby eyes in the fog
 Rain washing clean all the sins
 A liquid gown that covers all
 Your loathe turns endless
 Opened mirage soothes your sense
 Locked on the pinnacle
 The best secret within
 Like a derelict child
 Heart burning for a stranger
 Ascending to the meek
 Flock round the liars in awe
 Caked in the soil beneath
 Fear me when we meet
 Turn away in admiration
 My firm grip round the nucleus of joy
 Enough of this
 You will leave me now
 You will see it now
 Perish at my hands
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 Close to you
 Tangled up in hair
 Fresh stigma looks
 Shall I take you with me
 And it is cold
 Ruby eyes in the fog
 It is me
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 And you are just like them all
 Stained by the names of fathers
 I'm greeting my downward fall
 Leaving the throes to others