The break up

The break up

When loss t'was hung upon the fringe,

Of a golden semi broken hinge,

Locked within a steel room,

With chains that swept up like a broom.

We danced on an empty sandy floor,

Our picture hung upon the door.

My love for you now dwindled.

As we walk on through the spiders spindle,

Wrapped around my finger bare,

Doth my heart to stare or care?

For every word a tone of sweet remorse,

From your very lips on the day put forth.

And spoken in rooms of wooden homes

Cuts like a knife to the very bone.

I died for you that rainy morn,

My very essence had been torn.

Like whips to draw the blood from skin,

My prison and my life la fin.

It’s over before the start became,

Your wish preserved by all the pain.

That took you laughing like a cuckoos hen.

Because of where we’ve gone and been.

I thought t’were holding love at bay

But on that very cloudy day.

You broke what little had been left.

Like charms and devils your words bereft.

Now upon a golden chair you sit.

Spitting out the apple pit.

While gazing as the years go by.

As men to boys their tears to cry.

For nothing but a memorial dream,

At midnight when the moon she screams,

And washes all the sin away.

Which brings the morning to this very day.

My heart to fix it’s ether quick,

Like a slowly burning candle stick,

The wick a virgin to the flame,

Because I played your wicked games.

For let the very reason die,

Within the question, whom and why.

For forward hence my heart will seek.

As Natures quiet when she speaks.

And wrestle with the mouths of babes,

Like conversations we had in haste.

For life will live if we do or don’t,

As you burry your head within your cunt.

To find the misery of mine,

And all the wasted tongue and time.

It took to gently make you speak.

As I meekly kissed your other cheek.

You bought and sold my love, my love.

Our heavens dead and Hells above.

The sky still grey, the rain it stayed.

And stormed till chains swept the drops away.