Queen of Clubs

 


Oh how well you craft and shape

Indiscernible ways to rape my peaceful place

Reach in to hug you to be met by clawing rake

Cruelty of your tongue

Reveals your warm exterior to be a fabricated way


All that is left

To push you away

Leave you to the fat of your poisonous mate

Crawling to sunshine from your darkened sway


My soul escaping the orb of the witch

A symbiotic succubus that bound me with stitches

You cannot pull me back under your drift

I can never unsee your truth of your face once it lifts