Further Squawking of a Wilted Heart

“As for the rapture,1

Her nature, my beast2

A severed angel3

Two hearts, one beat4

Closed minded feral,5

Spoken in the astral”6

And her voice speaks still7

Like visions caught in wells8

Where my change of life would empower.9

If not for the glorious death,10

Her ills would be met with paradox.11

Slick verses tied in knots12

Though my pen writes dry13

From the frozen tears of my dark eye14

And in archive they speed past their veils,15

Condemners, faux laugh foes of the skewed.16

“And visions fade,17

The dawning masquerade,18

The night they spread her thighs19

And entered wide, to my demise”20

A filthy secret-21

So lamented on the silver plate22

Her vistas weep to mourning Gael23

The price of ebony sought horizons24

Under the starlit reprise of some rendition25

No matter the inquisition.26

And as for life,27

A razorblade kiss to the sauna28

While their embers snow blind and falter29

With these marks of sin,30

I am damned,31

So for the glory,32

Killing lover’s innocence33

“Reprimand my deeds on the cross in threes34

Where she fixed sixes under my dreams35

And in her I binged for yearning lust far gone.”36

The sorrow fades, 37

Like the quest of Death still ringing west38

Where her thawing orgasmic sway consoles39

As the ground still taint in red,40

Presumes the act repeated in death.41

So desolate the urn’s avail42

To press the featureless dance of love-lost scorn.43

“Alese, I beg thee to open the gates,44

As my deeds are done so to must be this fate45

Where my twisted limbs climb to fallen faith,46

So to left my desire”47

“Oh but to you, I played the fool,48

Sweet Anathema, 49

How your coal black heart could never see,50

Faulting angels and nightly dreams51

Now on your knees to the sound of trees52

You beg and transpose to flee”53

As for the shadows,54

Taken in demise,55

Like the fear consumed in my dark eye56

Where I could swoon to some deathly image with my remise57

And in her, though in death58

Revenge will come,59

Black as my heart-60

The folly barely fades, just journeys to the page.61

“Though I’m faulted, 62

You will be my redemption,63

Sweetest death in red rose sway,64

Your life again giveth I gave,65

And now I shall taketh all away!”66

And for the glory,67

Of another wilted heart story,68

They could never take me,69

They’ll never desecrate my soul!70