Paper Wings

errant philosopher, swallow my misery!
and remember not
my sadistic soliloquy of tragedy
as i strove to fly with paper wings
[reaching for heavenly glory]
whilst darkness fell, a hammer-stroke.

endlessly, poisoned stars weep
in whitest disgrace
never offering jagged comfort,
only bitter light imbrued
with cerulean despair
in memory of my blasphemy.

humbled, i await Charon
my face covered in fragile crimson lace
eyes sown shut with spiderwebs
and a silver dollar
on my lying tongue.

the sanguine rose has fallen
over all there is left to unsay...