Stories hidden under ink-stained skin
They come to life and jump right out
Love and loss littered with gripping grief
Telling tales of emotion that leave no doubt.
Eyes so dark you can see the stars
And the complex cosmos she holds within
Her ascendant sentiment subjugates all
As frown and tears only start to begin.
But a jaded soul scorned knows no grace
She’ll turn a spark into a forest fire
And when attempts of appeasment crash down in flames
Her unconscious onslaught turns delectably dire.
As I find myself now trapped in her ink-stained skin
I’ve learned my existence is a spurious lie
Where up is down in her self-righteous maze
And I’m condemned to her mystery until the day I die.