New Wife
Darkness veiled from truth wanting to suck the life from you
Stars covered in chocolate and while lies wait for an admit
Valves of blood drench the night from above
You stole the shower of innocence and it is to hence
The joker knocks the crown from the queen
You try to deceive but you are lost in-between
She stares back at you with a sphere of tangle thread rested in her eyes
Blood dripping from the head
No sound of the cry
The door with black prints waits for you to open
Grab your throat you’re broken
The hand waits for you to hold
But to the angel in the golden dress her crown you sold
What taken from a picture of might
The losses of touch, hear, taste, smell, and sight
The wine cased in tin
Sleeping inside your ribcage behind your sin
The Crystal of Pain is clouded by a nebula
Far away the false is your palse choking on ulna
Queer flutter of emotion when realize what it fact
The sweet taste of dreaded intact
While the Page learns
The Knight’s armor melts and burns
By the touch of the hand you deceive
The air you need and desire to retrieve
With the skin to falter
What you stole may make the candle heat the alter
You stare into the eyes of numbers counting down like petals of she loves me not
Petals black like coal ceased to taste the ember,
Of heat in December, from blade to neck is what you got
The ink is running thin like your needed drink
Ruining tomorrow for nine months to keep
In a bed douses in burnt petals
While the joker breaks the glue
And the jewel of tonight is stricken with a lightning blot of mildew
Whit is needed not with the moon
For love is never too soon
Dollar signs numerous like pour men
Where the shade hides truth feasted with words of amen
1,000 bites as strength look to weakness for power
Where it counts the petals down revealing a naked flower
In the depth of darkness where diamonds can be seen risen a letter to read
With it letters written in ink to bleed
Words are not words without the sense of forbidden action
For hate of evil, pain, and suffering always has its attractions
The clear statement blurred from a bright light of a tear
She tares the hole for you to sense that love is queer
She still has the memory of what you fed her that evening
For love is how pure pain is when you find yourself dreaming
The circle upon the chain of dolls is broken glass
From faded memories of love that you clash
You wanted to reveal the frame of the feather to power and control
But what you exposed was force upon weakness and hate won’t always take its toll
She knows where blood is spilled upon the dark blue sky of the summer day’s rest
Where it warmth is found upon the sheets of the bed’s chest
The tongue of whom was feeding
Gave her enough to break through with bleeding
The only way to resolve a love of blood, child known to will be given is through the gold of a tied band
With your fear to expand not
You broke her down to whip out her hand
The wood is burning
As the truth is turning
The joker watches from the silver floor
Where he held in quiet for more
You need to release the billow to wash away the spear of love for it is too sharp
Her scream no scent of love or joy but pure of the harp
You need to fall to oblivion to her enchant
For it will eat you alive like a flesh hungry ant
For you may not be pupated
To her touch rushing to fact of you soul swallowing the elated
For she is a she like those before her step
She learn to keep heart of weak of strong keep just kept
Like demons they slept
Under the cloud of beauty and rapture
They lay down waiting to release the torture
Let her howl into you ear telling she knows her name
For she plays without the tongue but with your hand winning the game
Unlike the conformist in your sight she breeds not the same
Mother of forced child welds to keep love and lash out your fire
Keeping your request to her loving or loathing desire
But to the gauge you speak words of wisdom
For she holds nothing to your weight not even the thought of freedom
Locks of jaded tears fall from hunted stories
She takes her staff and aids to wind
For the guilt runs in your veins for you know only of sin
Her tears forever wet
But she sets out to pity you for the game lost you bet
To this again you will regret
Love is what every soul wants in the jewelers of joy
You are not a soul for it has been taken like how you took and used her like a toy
It’s filled with green growing sand growing like all around roses
But the door with the black signs closes
For the jeweler of joy is gone
Along
With the beauty of your life
For it has been taken by your fresh new wife….
Lex
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