In Sickness and in Death
My lord my teacher the morsels you feed fill a void that doesn't want to be filled slights cut bruise easily words entangled in a bed of heat thorns combine with accolades lure me in a bend lest I talk out of line  one way mirror of self reflection of life preserving ignorance the void your master left my lover my god you sustain me with silence and self-serving acts symbiotic complacency holds me in a bind lest I walk lest I talk tenuous dance lest I walk out of line ages pass self fades away forgotten memory one way speculum of self loathing of life destroying impotence the wound your father left my charmer my protector I absolve you as I agonize over the written word passively obsess limerence ablaze