Morphine Sonata

Another broken promise told through faulty lips,
another stitch crossed upon a broken heart.
What would it feel like to have everything
but keep nothing?
A heartless romance from a Valentine that never loved
and a tattered soul, left in ruin like the broken mirror
unable to rebirth like graceful phoenix
and forced to endure every heart breaking second of this mannequin agony?

Midnight screams blanketed by deepest despair,
a phantom silhouette of the demon that you've become.
Lacing my words in sweetest vodka and crying tears of rum,
as the wilting rose bleeds sweet crimson upon
the shattered remains of the window pane of my soul.
Bittersweet symphony in uncanny darkness reminds me
of all of your deviant games where I was a puppet
and you were my damned puppetteer; my morbid Succubus.

Another morphine sonata shot into tainted veins;
a razor blade romance held deep in the night;
one more broken promise told through idle eyes -
yet I believed every lullaby lie that you candy coated
in glitter napalm angst and fed me through imperfections -
between malice and content, your voice reigns
of an enchanting death, where you are my murderer
with cynical laughter, grasping my last breath.