Thy Hades Pit Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Thy heavens; thy gods have cursed me;
Sown thy death into my bones; my skull,
And they have drilled me, killed me;
Bewitched me from your love.

Thy heart be not wise; thy head stands at tone,
The blacks mix with the greys; thy conscious; dethroned.
I stand in the pit; the scene of the crime,
I think of death, but mostly of you and I.

Thee has not moved; nor cried aloud,
I feel your laughter; the jest; the crowd,
Thy warm breath speaks against my ear,
"I want you to die, I want you to die, today my dear."