albis of the damned

 
alto notes in the shade of green
sung sullen alibis of love
jealousy the villain in the suicide of the damned

in the theater of lust cast a harlot
my womb sewen shut with butterfly wings
I would not fly away

silent was my days
lonely the nights of alabaster sin
my sheets clung to me like an accusation
our bed haunt my sleep
a specter of past passions
enough to waken the dawn

fickle fuckery, fickle fate
my tempest rattles suspicions
cocktails and parties
smiles plastered in place
false laughter echo in my heart

you look on glassy-eyed
with questions in your stare
midnight never was so empty
as I was...alone in your embrace