My knife
My silver-tongued wife
Seductive slice —
I see my life
In the color of my blood
As I watch the crevice flood
As the droplets wail, “But love!”
For my true love
Is an ethereal glove
That covers my skin
Outside and within
My love is a membrane
That coats my brain
And contemplates the concept “sane”
Clings to the inside part
Of the chambers of my weary heart
The cards say it can never be
But I’ll drown in the Salton Sea
In white lace, religiously
For I’m a virgin bride to be
And when my soul has been set free
I know the visage which I’ll see
It gestures, “Darling come to me”
These thoughts run in my family
But Death has naught to do with me
I only wait and contemplate
Why these cards have cursed my fate
And how to circumnavigate
The listless path they say is mine
And wondering what’s the path of thine