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Liquid Dreams
The elixir is taken and
The transformation begins
The anger builds as the scenes play back in his mind
The bride takes a new lover
No thought of the forfeiture of the valued gems
She holds in her hands
Self-gratification her only motive
Selfish all-consuming lust
Breaks down the bonds she held
Precious at one time, long ago
The old lover hangs on like a worn sweater
Riddled with holes, worn, abused
Used up and is no longer wanted
Waiting to be discarded he fumes with anger then
Jealousy and pride add fuel to the fire until
He explodes with plots of murder and dismemberment
No thoughts of this person having value to another
The rage has taken over his mind
There is no reason left
He too has forgotten his value to others
Selfish judgments play in his head
Torture and pain seem to gratify his agony and
The lust for warped justice he needs and
She deserves..
Builds in his chest
More of the elixir is consumed and
The rage multiplies
Alibis are formed and replayed in his head
Like old reels, black and white
Tweaked in such a way to redirect the outcome
He laughs at his evil ingenuity
Proud of himself and what he’s creating
Godlike feelings induce more plots
Too creative to be undone by mere mortals
The killer does not want to be caught
An accident or better still
An act of God to show them all
The righteous judgment of God watching
The fault lies with her alone
He was the innocent companion
More elixir is taken and
The plan goes to shit
Self-pity creeps in and
The killer becomes a blubbering idiot
The loss of his life’s work sets in
His heart weeps and won’t be subdued
His humanity stumbles through the anger and
His love erases all the plans created
By the mere mortal
The inebriated,
Hurting man
(C) 2013 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
The transformation begins
The anger builds as the scenes play back in his mind
The bride takes a new lover
No thought of the forfeiture of the valued gems
She holds in her hands
Self-gratification her only motive
Selfish all-consuming lust
Breaks down the bonds she held
Precious at one time, long ago
The old lover hangs on like a worn sweater
Riddled with holes, worn, abused
Used up and is no longer wanted
Waiting to be discarded he fumes with anger then
Jealousy and pride add fuel to the fire until
He explodes with plots of murder and dismemberment
No thoughts of this person having value to another
The rage has taken over his mind
There is no reason left
He too has forgotten his value to others
Selfish judgments play in his head
Torture and pain seem to gratify his agony and
The lust for warped justice he needs and
She deserves..
Builds in his chest
More of the elixir is consumed and
The rage multiplies
Alibis are formed and replayed in his head
Like old reels, black and white
Tweaked in such a way to redirect the outcome
He laughs at his evil ingenuity
Proud of himself and what he’s creating
Godlike feelings induce more plots
Too creative to be undone by mere mortals
The killer does not want to be caught
An accident or better still
An act of God to show them all
The righteous judgment of God watching
The fault lies with her alone
He was the innocent companion
More elixir is taken and
The plan goes to shit
Self-pity creeps in and
The killer becomes a blubbering idiot
The loss of his life’s work sets in
His heart weeps and won’t be subdued
His humanity stumbles through the anger and
His love erases all the plans created
By the mere mortal
The inebriated,
Hurting man
(C) 2013 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
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