Ravish me.
Tear me with every bit of what you can be.
Engrave your vows in every inch of my skin,
And wreck all the sad places of where I have been.
Phantasm is you, and you and only you.
Bury me alive with your ever changing hue.
The master of the game in which I play,
To blind me with terms is one of your way.
Oh how I knew, I knew it from the start,
When you put disdain in every piece of my art, you used to be art.
Was it good or was it bad?
Was it the best thing ever, what we both had?
The cheap seats roared in pure dismay,
Of how you put your leash on me just to stay.
It was copper disguised in gold,
An act of neglect of something that was untold.
A taste of summer in midwinter’s day,
T’was an act of treason too distasteful to say.