Anger boils over his eyes,
Baring nothing but bloodshot corneas,
Leaving a trail of hatred in the hearts of others.
Love seeps from her lips,
Covered in various colors and taste of Christian Dior glossy,
Marking it's territory upon his coarse skin,on the nuckle of his hard working hands.
Lust spued from her auroa,
Drapped in a silk Robe,which sheild her natral glow,
Imprinting forver in his memory,bearing internal meaning.
Beauty curse his vision of love,
Sheilding his naive eyes with woo viels,
Discarding his true psyche,straying him away from the missing piece.
Sadness filled his chest,creating weight on his heart,
Stuffing his mouth with invisible cotton,
Making him speechless and cellaphane to his wife and her new love.
Safety flees her mind,while her thoughts tear down the walls,
Exposing the heart wrenching truths ,that she hid from herself subconciously.
Trapping her in the mind of a maniac.
Interesting poem. One thing, 'that she his from herself' what do you mean by that?
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