do not weep

Do not weep for me on this night
I cannot feel the pain that threatens
To consume me, a soft delight
I take when your cold eyes do see me
As if what you did was right.

Do not dare lower your eyes to me
You cannot hide your bleeding
Guilt, nor conceal what you do see
Scarred deeply on my pale flesh
This mark of Cain you gave me.

Do not hide. Death’s slithery grasp
Enshroads that which you have left
In my battered soul. I dare not last
Another night. Yet heed me now
Love, none can escape this past.

So do not weep for me on this night
I do not weep for you. Nor will I
hurt from this burning, seering sight
That strikes as I see you. For your time
Has come, says Death, at ‘morrows light.

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