A Lament for Prey

I’m ailing with delight and lousy with happiness

Put behind me is a sliver; Of what, I confess,

Belongs to you. It’s had your name on it for some time

Some say I’m wasting a life, taking yours into mine

Though, behind the veil, we accept a death. More or less

You can take solace in knowing my heart will address–

I’m sure your mind knows, and sure your eyes see… How sublime

Just behind us an altar of a deathly design

Made for you. Every curve. Every hollow. A success

Of which I’m quite proud to boast to the low and highest

And behind me, your branded sliver aching to shine

You’ll soon drip rubies… and on your sweet flesh I will dine