A BEAUTIFUL DESTRUCTION------ MY BIPOLAR LOVER

Singer can you not roll the stone away
too much blood is pouring
from the wound, you gave away
caustic burning morning
hangs on to the strings,
a halo buried with the sin I saved

3.07am
Ain't it a joke
sleep is the freedom
worn as someones stolen coat

she scratches behind the scarf
her face a parasitic infected laugh
the collection of cats
clear as the colour sinking in her bed
the beauty she sold to him
he keeps in a book
and every little now and then
they pay for a look

Vodka, vicious veteran
voted, vile vixen
she salted the flesh
feasted the show
remained the lonely
shaved the shadow to flee that grave
the ill she nursed
determined never to save

I awoke all the sleepless
as part of her stain
heaving hidden hearts
slaughtered slashed slain
destroyed destruction

because she hated beauties reign