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THE DEMARCATING OF SUE
Between the edge of secrecy
and seething brink of lunacy
there went I to the very deepest
     darkest part of me!
And preyed upon my bleakened soul
to bring to end--it be my goal
the very thing that keep me breathing
     deep inside of me!
But in the darkened night of it
I pain--and then I flench a bit
and what it does to keep on going
     be a mystery--
Before the end that be my cause,
the cutting edge it slip--I pause!
my hesitation's left it beating
    keeping life in me!
Within it--my own misery
I bring sorbented hope in me
to end this cursed thing defeating
     all the will in me!
And blackened--my own mind it show
the blade just where it have to go
to cut the very heart that bringing--
      cursed life to me!
                      
            II.

Those wretched bits of memory
that she hath made a tragedy
have come to be my great undoing
       mine insanity;       
and cleavable her darling breast
think she it be by far the best
but it inspire the wrong ensuing
      from a friend of me!
and told me continance her way
until our very trothing day;
but what I saw them one night doing
      bring on mordancy; 
and times before I thought she do 
just thinking then of what I knew
and brought to mind in thought exhuming,      
     all was fallacy;
and wretched, vile, the love I had
once set to light it drove me mad
had not I eyes I'd not be knowing
      what it do to me!
To taking then mine only friend
when all is called into the end
hath brought about the greatest stealing
     of the rest of me!

           fin

Explained she what appeared to be
one night with one more friend of me
and bought I her delusionating
     claimed fidelity!
When mine dear greatest friend of all
do mine own girl friend I enthrall
they bringed out--such excruciating
     very worst in me!
Decapitated in their deed
and not a finger did they need
I found it pleasure demarcating
    what they used to be!
Tormented in this thing I do
my heart hath took me down into
the least of all exacerbating
    inhumanity!
Extracting from my deepest mind
last bit of strength there be to find
although it most excruciating
   it be destiny!   
In bleeding to the very last   
the blade I know be set and cast
and as I go, incenerating
      all the three of we!   
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
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