Jessica.

One last dead glance across solitude.
Decision's folly to be made nature’s fool.
Dancing fleet of foot on broken hearts.
Graceful beauty her noble art.

Never thinking once to miss you.
All the sweet thoughts I neglect to tell you.
Blank page letters and cold embraces.
Loveless questions to vacant faces.

Spiralling snake acid tongue in her head.
Sultry dark eyes to leave you and I for dead.
Darkness’ veil on all she perceives.
Poison breath springs forth for dirty deeds.

Soft melody rides on the tide time.
Helpless wishes grow heavy on my mind.
One simple glance or conversation.
Drinking to loving chances never taken.

Pain and despair her hungry pleasure.
Two faced beauty a potent weapon.
Secrets buried deep, unearthed in that split second.
Depraved twisted madness you dare not measure.

Anger rises to fresh blood that runs cold.
All words spoken now take their toll.
For my dear girl is not the sculptress.
Just one last lie for I to cope with.

For all her sin and paper emotion.
For vengeance, love and dedication.
She is the one who now lays broken.
Stranded in a hell of her own creation.

Crimson stains souse timeless beauty.
Observing through blind eyes of fury.
Seeing her lay shattered for the Devil’s Sculptress.
The one with who I dance with begs no forgiveness.

No time no thought given to a final memory.
No thoughts of childhood or loving parents.
No freedom from an earthly shell.
No loving voice to wish her well.

As Jessica dies she has no want for questions.
No desire for meaning or destination.

Why?