You build islands in the sky, queen so serene of an effervescent kingdom,
Symptom of confused illusion in fearsome grasp for reality through prism
Of lies that fly through your tainted mind painted with unsavory desires
No higher than the garbage of earthen turf where only the dead find worth.
And do you think when you blink that the world disappears only to reappear
When you deign to reopen your eyes? That one will wait and satiate himself
On whimsical dreams as he screams through the night in frightful despair
That your promises are but another nightmare to tear apart his very soul?
And do you imagine your rescue will come from another lying manipulation
In imitation of love that is an aberration of purity, molestation of the truth?
Do you suspect he is blind to all wiles, that he’ll respect your vile passion,
And curl in your corner like dog in the fog of the war for his heart and mind?
Kingdoms totter, tumble, crumble
And love will not be soiled
Or boiled in ego cauldron