My Gift

Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many I wondered where the nutrients were coming from I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word Left me with another path onto death And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels Eyes remained closed And I felt the actual descent of my downfall I did not open my eyes at all I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul Please accept my gift today My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail Led me to accept and love where I often fail I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs Though I am surely small to you Though I feel only a fraction of a fool I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies