Melodies song will lead you on, cooing to come closer
Melodies voice, is your first wife’s who you left for something better.
An ephemeral rose you crushed like any other,
Sympathy follows and you will walk for miles behind her
The cobblestone path will rise with no earth under.
Blue skies fill your eyes and for miles there is no disaster.
You may sense that the world has stopped but you keep walking faster.
There is an end to this, she assures you, it’s just up ahead a little farther.
“where are you taking me?” you ask, but she has no answer.
You don’t know where you are but are grateful for her kindness & follow her.
You’ll soon realize that time doesn’t exist for her,
That the road you walk on has the vacuum of space under.
High up in the dizzying clouds you’ll forget all senses, you are Melodies sucker.
Funny how the thought only comes now after so much longer.
Where are the birds? the people? where is this worlds blunder?
Melodies grin so wide and vicious that your ex-wife’s eyes disappear.
Anger.
“Where are you taking me!” you will demand, and you wont walk any farther.
You’ll sit and pout you’ll demand to speak to the divine father.
You will regret having ever loved her.
nothing, an eternity lost, staring into her unblinking blue eyes you’ll scream for sunder.
Nowhere to go you’ll leap off the only road you know, hoping to die faster.
You will embrace for impact like a lunatic laughing harder. You, now a self-murderer
but it won’t end. You will awake on the same road having gone no further.
A godhead will peer through the crimson clouds and he will condemn your murder.
Melodie will laugh into hysterics and demand a judgement on your career.
She will claim you an abuser, a harrower of hearts, a ruling god on earth ruling with fear
She will point the finger, she once your wife now the horns of an eternal impaling steer.
The godhead will sentence you to the fate of fevered sinner.
And then when you think its almost over you’ll spot her,
the Minx, the paramour that loved you truly and sincere.
Like an angel she’ll come and tug on you before the Godhead, a saviour,
Torturer.
But the men you burned won’t allow you to escape and they will grasp you from under.
And all will pull and rip you to shreds, they chant “Sinner”,
And pull off your tenderest of limbs, your balls and cock, your scalp and skin, “Sinner”,
they chant the vulture. they will feast on you with the force of thunder.
Your bleeding heart and soft tongue they plunder.
Melody will sing the poem as she burns your Paramour
And upon awakening you’ll be on that same road having gone nowhere.
The godhead will keep fucking you, over and over.
You will claw at nude cheekbones, “why?!”, and somewhere someone will whisper,
Adulterer.
You will plead your case, they have mistaken you for another,
you’re sure you are not this man they think you are.
You say ” A mistake has been made here, ”
But the Godhead is infallible and you are here forever.
You will cry for years unmoving, the long read ahead of you. Again, you will follow her.
Again, you will walk, your tears fill black skies & on earth you become belted thunder
The Minx on your mind and that fate full summer you met her.
You’ll rip open your veins and demand in exchange but no answer.
You will squeal and curse the bloody Godhead forever,
“All of this! Such pain for a true lover?”
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