Iridescence

I walked out on the 22nd of December.

Rifle in my hands, eyes spitting fire -

No man, a man, and then two-

We gathered to say our vows

Faith and honour, and most importantly,

For love.

For love, oh love that you can't match!

The love that fails to die

The love that you did fail to love,

The sad lips were your own lips to lie!

It's cold out here, Ila.

I'm freezing, I've been shot

I was found on the plains of nowhereland

Waiting for a shooting star to light up,

I had to make a wish, I needed a boat

To get to the Isle of 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴.

When they send you my body, don't mend my coat.

I told you once, 

If I die on the front,

Sew up my coat,

Give it to the next rebel

Hand him my gun

Tell him my name, yes,

But no,

Ila,

When they send you my body, don't mend my coat.

Don't tell him to live with honour,

Don't teach him how to love,

Ask him to live the everyday life,

Ask the rebel to be alive

Ask him to sodomize his conscience everyday, every night,

Until his eyes dry up and his poetry stops.

Why, you ask?

I've seen brothers stab my back,

I've seen people get off the train,

I've seen comrades die for love,

And animals hunting men.

I've seen love fade like Stardust,

I've seen you walk away too,

I've seen you make love to a man,

That wasn't me, you hadn't a clue.

And your breasts grow cold in my palms,

Your lips turn dry in mine,

You love turns grey in my heart,

Your eyes lose their shine.

So Ila, 

Ila,

When they send you my body, don't mend my coat.

The rebel dies, the rebellion dies, my poetry dies, our songs die, you die, your lover dies, the paintings die, the aurora borealis dies, your conscience dies, my heart dies, and I've been dead forever as it is.

I'm feeling cold, without your arms around me,

I'm feeling cold, and I'm feeling free

I'm feeling cold, I summon a calamity,

I'm feeling cold, you're like a vision to me,

I'm feeling cold, your breasts aren't my poetry,

I'm feeling cold, your lover forgot anarchy,

I'm feeling cold, 'cause the queen prefers sodomy,

I'm feeling cold, 'cause the winter came too early,

I'm feeling cold, 'cause I'm dying under debris,

I'm feeling cold, I'm paying the debt of envy,

I'm feeling cold, 'cause you are not in my city,

I'm feeling cold, 'cause I mistook you for a fairy,

I'm feeling cold 'cause I mistook you for a fairy.

So Ila,

Ila,

When they send you my body, and my coat is full of bullet holes, always know that the bullets hurt less, and-

Don't mend my coat.

Don't mend my coat.