Diamond

[kolte]

I want to be wrapped in fingers
I want to be prized and kept like a diamond
to be safe in a box
and held, seen only in admiration
not unlike those that behold
I want to be held
When lowered into my resting place;
I want to be missed
I want to have been silenced
words to great

cause of death:
too strong, too much love, too much correction

bah, would it be arrogant to claim to be modest?
Modest to keep your money to yourself?
Like pigs we root, we search, we forge

Only too be stuck in the neck, to bleed out
and have our blood drained and to be consumed by many
Our bodies butchered, and sent out across the nation
the world

Like a revered diamond
Like a forgotten wedding vow

I never leave your consciousness.

bah.