in hell is where she waits for me

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

a rose must remain with the sun and the rain or its lovely promise won't come true."