Custom Drapery for your Masoleum

I stand vertical, looking down
 upon thumbnails that grow,
from the tips of unteathered
wings.  
Scratching my rough hewn
 conscience beneath comfort.
Values dangle,  with morality
like bloody hangnails across
 solid wood.
 
Water spills from a bowl, blown
 from silica glass, it turns as a
 spinning globe,a vintage marble
that skittered.
The light shines  onto bent words,  
 spoken aloud yet,  never heard  
 
The wind in her exuberant ways
 carried off every apology,  
sewing them into the lining  
of  betrayal,
Custom layered  drapery for
your mausoleum  
 
Face without its mask,  high  
on the ridge where forgiveness
 rests on golden treachery.  
Sawdust candles ignite your  
sob story  expanding,   until
 it's plump with feral voices,  
 blaming the circles drawn  
across your heart, as you fall
then cry insubordination.  

  Your ladder of achievement tall
by way of cruelty it's  rungs are
worn away  
Terrified,   fearful of annihilation
through loneliness?  
You shouldn't be,  she is your
queen.
 Loneliness will not abandon you,
 she will grab  you as she did me.
 She will hold you within her grip
 She will not abandon you  
You will feel loneliness until  your  
fragile confessions of injustice
shred  into confetti for
 your grave