The Rotting Edge of Hope & Abandon Pt. I

when the world falls, will you be my figurehead queen? dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams drip waterfall lies from full pink lips & bleed out your truth(s) to me? come silently in the night over plush & supple fields of carpet into the halls of my half-waking & reach for me through the illusions & shadows of my own doubt, so strong, it wraps me up, myself all contained & tainted, tainting only myself. be the beautiful & shining falsehood that brings me back into a world of the likewise leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality hanging shreded in the doorway rotting on the edge of what was & what could be be my perfected failure, my self-less & self-serving love my heart is yours; it never beats the same way twice