Corpse Bride

 

I must have been in a cloud, 

   Scattered about in the thoughts and hazy words

       You'd leave me too. 

It was a Tornado. 

   A force that came and destroyed

       every foundation in it's place. 

I am sitting in your words now...

   after each slashing state. 

Seeing the avalanching winds for what they are. 

They are a force come to destroy. 

Is nothing amicable? 

I didn't have eyes to see then 

  What I now know. 

It was a spiritual siphoning; 

  A literal battle for my soul. 

You roared in, weighted with a blow...

  I was naive, 

      with a heart that was already sold. 

Your words raveled depictions, 

   Promising love and growth...

  Yet all you left in any aftermath 

      Was decay and ash and mold. 

My soul now is deplete. 

  and in it's malady, 

You advantage the control. 

Somehow in this, and all the warnings, 

  You are blaming me, 

       for the choke. 

The words tinker around, 

   No screws or ways to piece them together. 

Your words, the double-speak 

   of shades and shades 

      of something deeply darker. 

They are the words of a Snake-Salesman. 

And when all else failed, 

   and you failed to trap me with seed, 

You got down and your knees, 

   and twice drunkenly once more 

  You professed your love for me, now asking me to elope. 

  Your words fell so void and so flat, 

     In the dead part of me you still hold. 

You would make me your corpse bride, 

  and the only price, you ask, 

         My Soul. 

What rips from me, of Grace, as I tread too gently telling you "No"; 

But then you push and you push your sale, 

  Until I am forced to tell you to go. 

It is not nice, twice, 

   Having to break your soul...

What's more I feel in me, 

   Another rebreaking of my own. 

For I will process what you have rendered me here 

  Because shattering your heart, 

     It shreds my own. 

I warned you... for years now, 

  If you do not Listen, we will not hold. 

Now it is my responsibility, 

  To Destroy this Love, 

So that I can buy peace for my home. 

A chaos agent 

  Of Void and Black Hole...

  I have emerged from your storm, 

      Now weathered me. 

And now my eyes are old. 

  I will redress the oblivion, left wake 

and corral for community's sake...

and get a clean-up underway. 

We will emerge to the destruction 

  Of the day, and cry, and mourn 

What we've lost. 

  and this is what it has become, 

Between us. 

What sense would it make, to love

   A whirlwind of wrath, 

Leaving generations destroyed in days? 

You have become another force now...

  From human to rage

A storm element waged war, 

  Against Mage, Faerie, and Sage. 

Against all of human kind, 

  And anything with God as its face...

You have gone to the dark-side 

  Maliciously exuberant all along the way. 

The battle is over. 

We are all in its wake. 

You have lost the one here now, 

  But I still pray

  "You can be saved". 

I would never, could never, and would never want...

Any damning of your soul. 

And if I could love

  In such a way...

Then imagine how God, Himself, 

    executes that role. 

  But here today, you have lost, 

    So so much more than you know. 

It is a toll, you will pay for the rest of your life;

  It is a haunt, 

       You may never 

               Let Go.