Death on Canvas.

I walked through fire
And came out less than human.
I was a child in the churchyard
Laughing to think the end was near.

What to do with memories good and ill?
Perhaps if I pray and weep for fear
The knives will disappear.

I love, your death on canvas,
I never knew aurora in twilight,
Frozen over fields of angel's blood;
Black dew upon bouquets.

And I love, your death on canvas,
It seems a paradise to my mind.
I'll lay silver o'er my eyes
And join you where Earth yawns.

And I love, your death on canvas
A cage I have known felt like home,
I can be in that womb
When I stare a blank sheet in the face.

And I cut, your death on canvas.
And you smiled, and said,
“Do not bother harming yourself
I will break apart enough for two.”