The Worlds Secret.

Today the world let me into a secret.    
I gape at the transformation;    
guileless eyes enlarged    
beyond pointless measure.    
Hundreds of bleeding hearts finally realized    
their Queen had stopped beating.    
Suicide is the one way path they follow    
out of twisted respect.    

Brown pupils now ashen,    
cage my core sadistically
in foolish wishes.    
Shocked shouts turn air into liquid,    
quivering titanium droplets hang    
suspended under my scrutiny.    
The footsteps I leave turn    
lethargic sleeping roses astringent.  
 
The air falls as acid      
behind me: a lethal trail.    
My beautifully fatal wedding to death.    
Ghost did you say?    
Try mist driven maniacal;    
a soul ruthlessly possessed.    
My touch drives even the departed delirious,    
a set of lithium metal horns branded    
perpetually into my skull.
    
I pull in the moon with my    
silver stained songs, spun sickly sweet.    
We whisper while exchanging controversies.    
(Who do we trust? Who do we not?)    
Standing underneath a thousand fireflies;    
weaving our tale into the history books.
   
I bide him goodnight kindly,    
as I slit his throat sympathetically.    
Sitting haughtily in that black throne,    
I have always been here.    
Surrounded by diamonds.