Tight-laced Romance

Laced through a black satin night,
melancholy whispers flutter,
caressing pale alabaster flesh
as they weave their silk threads.

Tying down tattered remains of
a tormented and breaking soul,
spirit bound in their dark weave,
a tight-laced romance with Insanity
and their tantalizingly, teasing games.

Frostbitten fingertips tracing, carving
delicate patterns into marble bone,
a pleasure of pure perfection; art,
stained by a cherry shot of colour.

Dripping from poisoned tongues,
lapping at lucious, innocent lips,
savouring the taste of her sanity
spilling from her sapphire eyes and
falling down porcelain cheeks.

Splashing into a black liquid mirror,
rippling with melancholy whispers,
caressing pale and small bare feet,
as they tie-off their silk threads.

Their victorious roars of laughter
reverberatting in an empty skull,
obscuring told truths and realities,
curling around a tortured consiounce
demolishing what remains of her spirit.