Cords of a songtress

I once bask in the wake of your cleansing
Purity to be found within the rings of your whim
Now you are desolate to my rebellious cause, with no meaning
We fall like angels from heaven as the strings from your guitar
Rip in two-as limbs without bones sulk into nothing but skin
Mine was ever lovely yours alabaster
You bastard
You sinner
You liar
You
Beautiful
Perfect
Tragedy


Meaningless we once by the ocean seas
Strumming songs of dignity and epiphany graced cords of resolution
Solution- your interlude is pollution

The devil laughs- a whimsical lover heard in the melody
Notes scrapping my bitter tongue, burning
My song
Lost is my voice
Cracked as you change tune
Damming my cords and ignoring my pleas
You play in selfishness
Indulge in guilty pleasure
I own no part of my body
I own all of my mind
I own no part of this written
Work

You become an imposter
The longer your interlude mirrors infidelity

Aggression in fear
Blind is another word for vision blurred by soft whispers and false promises
I use to sing
My vocal cords burst with ecstasy and we writhed in the safe haven that was my song
I was living life like a match, setting us on fire
We were suppose to go down in flames
Never the same, you are deranged
Your touches seek insanity and your eyes sought for vanity and I fought for our humanity-and you..just...breathed
A final kiss-

Only to dismiss
Reminescent scents
Am I losing sense of reality?
Where is your rationality?
Is there no shame
I a biblical scripture
Sacrifice religious damnation
Spare your insignificant life play until your fingers go numb
I curse you
My song has been lost forever'
You have no muse and I am no use

Anger boils inside of me
And we are foul play
You're nonchalant and I take your guitar
And smash it into pieces and watch
Them with satisfaction as they
Are conquered by the waves
And washed into the ocean along
With your tears, you shall never strum
Another note and the murder you have wrote for me

Your skin pales
You have nothing to
Live for now that I am free
Your interlude has met its end
Your eyes sink in and your body goes numb
With pain and you fall back against sand and I stand over you dropping my sheet of music upon your breast and you rest with death with the cords of songstress on your chest