Stolen Beauty
Stolen
waters are
sweet as time
passes on it stays
stale and stinks stink to
Its abductor and revenge to
its owner her prize he thinks the
Temperament, he cannot keep and the
heart of the owner is weighty, its bereavement
causes stink
Stolen
waters are
sweet when he
steals her from its
first lover she is but
pleasurable, but over
time in the arms of her
new lover becomes wet
And swampy, her love begins to fade.
The
candle
in a man
the mirror of
fair Daisy the
weakness in a
man shadows of
the stranger
Alas!
the cause
of the owner
is in the room of
the thief her first love
has caught her mood she
but a snare in the hands of new lover.
Stolen
waters are
sweet It is death
to the soul of her new
lover It blurs the path of her
abductor squeezes her grape of
misery into her cup of insomnia to
end his life she prays Her secrecy to
her third lover she keeps
But
first it
must thirst
sweet then sour ,
flowing into the belly
of the abductor cold and
piercing an iceberg is born
Grinding up intestine constipation set in
sweet when love
is in rage it blinds its
lover tears him apart like
The queen bee its Drone
draining out it blood weakening
strength of it lover to ever live again.
Stole
waters
smooth
taste the
tongue acid
The belly
sweet
It choked its
victim with the
air of death Caught
In between the fangs
of pains
Like
an adder
would Its prey
and gently it goes
down into its gully pipe
Squeaking like a petrified mice
it got no salvation
with
sleeping
open eyes
mouth open
close gasping for breath
It
speaks
silently to
its pleasure.
This beauty but
A Plague as stolen
waters are sweet but to the
Taste of death and as his eyes
closes he looks Upon her beautiful
face once more
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