I watch the bitter tears slalom down grief stricken faces for a moments time I feel I am the god of
which they speak under the guise of anonymity I masquerade in thrilling mockery an erection
juts begrudgingly from twixt my silken sunday pleats the coffin is sealed face to go unrevealed
but I dare know what lies underneath two bloodless halves of a dark flower dead whose dream
turned the nightmare that dwells beneath our darkened beds how pathetically I broke her like a
doll of porcelain I found her primed for a raping that could never be in wanton fallacy the
temptress played deceiving taunting charming fools like me her silhouette an hourglass whose
sands of time would empty fast
