And The Sun Rises

By William

The sun rises, but I don't see it.

She fell, and I watched, helpless.

The sun rises, but I don't feel it.

She fell, and my heart shattered like bone on concrete.

The sun rises, golden, bright, and burning.

It's not my skin scalded, but my immortal being.

The sun rises, waiting to turn me to ash.

I'll blow away in the morning wind, but I do not care.

The sun rises, life-giving and life-taking.

I lament for a woman, a slayer, a goddess.

The sun rises, and I don't care.

Let it burn until there's nothing left of me.

The sun rises, a promise of a new day.

Immolation is all I want.