Have you known diamonds that shine so bright?
The delicate, the precious?
You might have known the precious pearl of Antoinette,
A teardrop as gold.
She fell from her guards to her grave.
Or maybe the diamond of Josephine,
Sapphire as ever.
Remember how you flood me through the waters,
With an everlasting wound,
By your cruel heart.
Why cruel heart?
Your incomplete love,
Felt through the pain caused by the touch of blood,
Like sapphire water,
But ruby as blood reigns red.
You wounded me through silver and gold,
Fed me with your diamond spoon,
Suffocating me with your painful love,
Or so you thought as love.
The torture felt unknown,
Until I was out of control.
Your white palace, with serenity,
Felt like a house, not a home you once told.
Crowded as ever, but empty as ever.
Your jokes were delight, but they were lethal as ecstasy.
You fed us with your hands,
Delicate and gentle.
Your charming smile,
Your beholding laugh,
Was enough to know your false fragility
That felt like integrity.
I knew the truth.
I knew your desire — power and autonomy.
They were your anchor.
Your image, a convincing soul.
The hidden shame and silence were unknown.
I knew, but your pace was fast,
So I made my lapse,
Making sure it was an avoidable trap.
You preach prophecy as a lifelong destiny.
In reality, you speak gluttony,
Since your prophecy could not reach
Your heart or mind.