Feather-soaked flaps, tarnished halo for a fallen angel, dust garments rest on a coat rack/
A Lust harnessed heart, cardio-strings make a broken note harp, your instrumental bone patchwork/
A muddy water boat trap, broken heart puzzle pieces; completion is a futile Hope task/
‘At your service’ statements satisfy my little throne lasher, forever known as Mr. Glass among stone casters/
Victim of doornail latching, grasping seven bullets full of shattered dreams impaling five bleeding scars/
In my right hand is a dust pan, my left contains every porcelain miracle smashed with a defeated purpose/
Love Chaser with broken passion motives, floorboard chest concealment: a telltale disguise for beating hearts/
Deception is a new way of loving acceptance, broomstick requirement for a seemingly seamless person/
First time I ever saw Eden tear spillage, want fulfillment with passion drawn candle lit vigils/
Mercy and Love listen well, so I’ll just rest here as your shattered Cross Dangler symbol/