Heartache

And Perfect I Still Find Her

~ Iyan Igma

In a little house in the village
Where once long ago I have been
My heart is kept enchanted
While my love lies with other men

She sets them free at morning
And never a care does she set
To see them again at evening
For there is someone new to be met

They wander absently unknowing
More than the desires of her flesh
For her heart she has absconded
Though tissue still beats in her chest

She ensorcells herself about with lies
Because, ah, they are easy to bear
Seeking happiness without commitment
Thinking herself no worse for wear

And perfect still I find her
Sullied and deadly may she be
Because I alone have known her
And she buried her heart with me

In the height of folly

~ Iyan Igma

Why do I try to woo you?
I am nothing in your esteem;
I am too kind to be a candidate
Too nice to be your dream

Too open to be your equal
Too loyal to be your mate
Too gentle to be considered
So earnest I earn your hate

Too blind to your imperfections
So content I cause distress
Too patient with all your drama
Too smitten to dare confess

I know you are trying to hurt me
That this will end in my death
So I praise you in the height of folly
Wishing each were my last breath

As you know

~ Iyan Igma

My struggles you shall never know
For before this day is complete
Ravens shall perch upon my pate
And ants will gnaw at my feet

Worms shall meander to and fro
As blind to my sorrows as you
But deep and intimate shall they get
Beneath the skin into the sinew

My heart shall finally fully burst
But not with love requited and kind
But with maggots indifferent as you
Who find my demeanor divine

Microbes will turn me into pus
As I finally learn to let it all go
Liebling, it was only a simple life
I wanted with you, as you know

I lief believe your lies

~ Iyan Igma

In Hell there are no angels
But innocents many there abide
Long deprived of their innocence
By the malice you’ve contrived

Oh, fair and sweet you are seeming
While hell gapes behind your eyes
Ah, pure demoness you are scheming
But angel I lief believe your lies

Once having tasted your dulcet kisses
The flames scarcely torture my mind
So addled with the ghosts of caresses
And passions it shall ne’er more find

For you live eternal and shameless
Oblivious to the pain you sow within
We suffer, your countless nameless,
Having glimpses of your love’s gems

Baptized before day

~ Iyan Igma

Your cum still stains my bedding
But all your affection is gone
And the dreams we shared in flashes
Of tender moments malinger on

Yet you with your scarlet tresses
Have stepped out into the sea
You plummet back into darkness
And riding air bubbles beckon me

You were ecstasy in anguish
You were tears and passions in the sheets
But these stains are the only proof
I tasted how your heart beats

Blackness swallows you and you embrace it
For the abyss to you holds no fear
And you have etched my soul with blackness
Because i sought to cherish and revere.

Burbles call my name on jagged rocks
Where the last breaths you took melt away
And these black rocks will find a friend in me
And our love will be baptized before day

Vječnost

~ Iyan Igma

I blame myself but never you
You’re too innocent to cause harm
Your words were guarded and ever true
I was the one that believed them warm

Times separates us as it must
My head is cradled in my heart’s hands
Awkwardness replaces care and trust
My rapture spills out dead on the sands

The fourth dimension kidnaps me
Your memory lies outside of time
Every moment caustic misery
How quickly your imperfections sublime

Don’t blame yourself, it is my fault
I had to escape the bounds of time
To reach the worlds that you exalt
To know perpetuity divine

Tuga

~ Iyan Igma

Tears, they are made for sorrow
But sorrow is subconscious hope
So, no tears now, my soul, be resolute
There are no illusions with which to grope

She is gone forever and happy
Should you not rejoice in her youthfulness
When she was here you were quite aware
Sorrow tinged every moment of bliss

But she is gone now; be gone sorrow
Let not hope ever stir your soul
Tears can never bring the recompense
That can end you and make you whole

Steel, it is firm and unmoving
Like the heart of the one for whom you care
Steel yourself and be unmoving
Prove to her that you loved not in err

i lost my love at haymarket

~ Iyan Igma

i lost my love at haymarket
i don’t know where she’s gone
for she was mine for a little while
and then she disappeared anon

roosters crow and the sheep bleat
and sea gulls mock me all day long
and every red haired vixen
incites in me her song

down princes street I hear the tune
of brokenhearts marking where she’s gone
the leith walk down to firth on forth
has never felt so empty and wrong

for revelations of splendor
have burned bright into my breast
and though she may have gone uncaring
i care now only for death.