Bereavement's Scintillation

Collapsed Lifeless being Why--why must I inhabit you Mapped Out in front of you Plans for reviewing Plans of renewing Sound of your voice oh so alluring But never will your voice be reassuring Grasped In the palm of your hand Is something that you can no longer stand It is yourself Along with all your pelf Never would you expect this You're not perfect, clearly amiss You've lived your life in duplicity Deja vu, over and over again with this serendipity The glimmer of the blade Beckons you and you are allayed