steel no kill beast!

Speak to me O querida…
Bungled amid the wreck of souls,
Are clock-spun lies, and webs of woes…
Spent are days of ruthless joys,
Strands of memoirs, now mere toys,
A ghoul of roses, unfound bliss
Tarnished forewords, foreign blithe,
Plague the wells of ageless abyss,
As those sparrows too bid byes,
Steely ages, shiny sledges,
And every single anticipation,
Just within sweeps of ages,
Are now foreboding sins and rages,
Pitiless, callous envoys of doom...
The end of course was never opaque,
O what sheen does all so lack!
As you saw through my every move,
And all those times I let you drop,
You fell on the floor, and made such noise,
It shook my being, broke all poise…
Alone I trudge the altar red,
A rugged silhouette, as my feet bled,
Absorbing each ounce of ecstasy,
And also frissons of nagging doubt…
I count not the numbered plunges,
Uncomplaining stares through numbness,
Now swarming is my wish of you,
Amassing myself, pronouncing thou!