Day of Mist : Day of Tarnish (SP)

as above, so below.
I wonder how it is
that you handle
the one last gem
you kept, covetous
refused to return...
Is it well? I can't know?
It is no longer part of me
you know, a part of me
not that it'd matter to you,
not that you would feel
a thing for my heart.
He told me I wouldn't
even recognize the
remnant ---
there is nothing to salvage
in there,
just an echo...
He said that you chew
that dust each and every day.
It is uninhabited.
not that it'd matter to you,
...anyway,
it's been said that -
I forgive you
what you did to me,
but that you
did it to yourself...
How could I forgive that?
*embarrassed*
I'll hold these last
few charred remnants
to myself
my treasure,
my worthless treasure...
and not show anyone
what you did to them
*thankful*
that one part you stole
I hear,
is no longer recognizable.
so, no one will ever know
what it used to be:
if you were to ever spit it out
on to the ground...
not that it'd matter to you
...anyways,

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A Sign...

Day of Mist : Day of Tarnish (SP)

when I tried to cry out
against the despoliation
of my trinkets
you "had no time for..."
consideration...
yet returned all
but one, hungry,
I hold,
these jewels in.
my palm, sweetly burning,
inspecting the fragments:
crushed and dulled
as they were,
for hope. Longing...
of slow hands with
your latent fingerprints, and
your teeth marks
marring the face of each
one -disfigured
fractured
torn to the core.
Not that it'd matter to you,
anyways,

America:
No: 37 in health care
No: 1 in war machines.
Hmm.

Day of Mist : Day of Tarnish (SP)

...

I tried to get them back...
to have them -
to give again -
to show off -
on holiday?
or at least when I
thought that someone might be looking.
It was my all,
not that it'd matter to you,
...anyways
I prayed to salvage them
- a salvation
having DRUG them back
from the depths
of your gorgeous
visceral desolation...
- anyways...
my petition was returned,
not that it's matter to you,
that:
these shards are,
-consequently trivial.
Not to me, of course,
but to the Prodigy
...and perhaps yourself,
still,
the Appraisal returned more
valueless than the prayer:
utterly insignificant.
Was I to be provoked
because of your charge?
see,
not that it'd matter to you,
anyways,

Day of Mist : Day of Tarnish (SP)

God Said, "

God told me a secret today
but what it was wouldn't matter
...not to you anyways
I've never seen a wild thing
sorry for itself either,
so how could I expect that
you'd feel sorrow for me?
...doubt that it would matter
...not to you anyways.
All these pieces fit together
somehow,
anyways,
if your intentions were to
break me:
you couldn't. I'm,
Already shattered.
not that it'd matter to you,
...anyways,
even so, I noticed
one mourning: you,
out in my garden
choosing and selecting
the few shiny pieces
-the ones that drew you in-
setting your teeth against them
with full intention
of grinding to dust:
the few slivers
I had managed to keep
hidden-
From the Heat Seeking Eyes
of Corruption.

...T.B.C.