Persona non grata

Of aberrations, I remit
Beneath the sun the stars submit
I thought my task to be completed
But dreams are not so easily deleted

For the mockery I have permitted,
Deluded reverie, I've committed
Damnatio Memoriae
The Damnation of your memory
And of my foolish dreams.

PCR

We never stop to think, when we put
beautiful creatures in a jar,
of what the world will never see,
what they nor we will ever be
or what we truly are

The devil sank his talons deep into her neck
and seethed his vulgar breath within her spine,
but the sun was warm that day,
and I watched her eyes go nova
in the yellow light that fell upon her
hay colored hair.