in your covers

nothing matters in your covers
for the dark has found a home
wicked lies entangled in your web
in the night you cry for the light
for that's when you figure it out
never given cause for the loss of
your clouded thoughts of love
stuck to the mask you have thrown
away over and over an over again
enticing your pray with love sweet
honey only to be taken away gone
erased to be found like some relic
dug up by your lusty prospectors
and tied to the hood of the Dart
lifeless and crippled this rusty tool
no use never used through your
mask you see innocents , denial,
lust and venomous rapture all in your
widening eyes as the knife stabs
you in the quilted shame