Monstre Sacre
LAETITIA SADIER, TIMOTHY JOHN GANE
Hastened decrepit,
Old shrunken apple,
Ready for the pit,
I have let you go,
Without forgiving
Or understanding,
So now you are gone,
There could be nothing,
You live within me,
We communicate,
The light it creates and the tears it generates
Bring the forgiveness
Don't let me down now
Life half sapped away,
It took all that time,
Since you passed away,
To moisten the love
We have forged the sought after union brought us together and the fullness,
The completeness, the infinite simplicity the world offers forgiveness
