Love:The Crime Scene

my love life is a murder scene
bathed in the innocent blood
of beauty queens

enticed by
lying eyes
coaxed by
the catalyst hides

like weapons of mass destruction
to be found in seduction
drawn in
by the skin
with intentions that sweat
murder, with no regrets
vengeance
is all that is left

the emergence of sarrow
in the tip of your blade
awakens the craving
the addiction to pain

Hail to the beauty queen
who kills love
her arsenal
never ending
is always welcoming
the stabbing tears
at already broken hearts
the victims are unclear

the scene:
their is no innocent blood
just dethroned queens
we are both lying
this drama,
our self-fulfilling need
for misery

we are our own victims
of our own lies
this love is not murder
it's suicide