An obsidian letter is sewn upon your mouth
To keep your secrets in and to shut your excess out
You’re stricken pale with terror but you mustn’t make a sound
The silence rings with every tear that melts into the ground
I’ve seen the torpid grayness bind into you
It sings your bitter-sounding psalms aloud
I’ve seen the ghost of joy writhe within you
Encapsulation of felicity
The ghost of joy
Looms and destroys
Devotion now flickers in and out of focus
Interest like a moth, eyes red and dry with smoke
Held in a white formless chasmic dominion
Attached until the afterlife shatters under reason
I’ve seen the sacramental anguish in you
It boils your immaculate grace
I see the ghost of joy carve into you
And saturate your dying felicity
Haunting and pushing for relapse
Dead eyes flaking
Your life is obsolete
And wasted