That Dark Ink

That dark ink with which you were written burning so coarsely to leave you with a calloused and thoughtless destiny comes now to pickpocket all your smiles all your loves and loves there were to bind your time Save now but a semblance of family a photographs lie an uninvited memory and so to bitter turn all of disport those anguished years But ah my love it is a death which comes to all of us And lay you now at night in hatred cold of sulfurous scorn to stab the needles of the stars upon a pillow so damp with tears while all the while some scratching quill has rewritten the past within your ears But so it is my love we never listen and so in spite and certainty yourself you cannot unburden Is it so how you think you are not broken that some righteous bile is left to swallow how can it be on such foolish errand a callous gift indeed it was this heartless and thoughtless destiny