Pour better or worse
I intice myself with utter wrappings
in emotional grievance with solitude.
chants of a time echo,
tip tap....tip tap...
clanking on the obstacles in view,
abrasive pounding of cold tappings
convolute in-her-course
tip tap...tip tap...
chasing each other they race,
to see who surpasses in first
moans of joy ring...
A fool to give such problems
i lay my vows down to come forth
in happiness with you...
I feed for no other i lock my eye's
with no key to unlock them except for yours
happiest in your arms....
"Do you james take isabella to be your lawfully wedded wife,
to love and to hold, for better or worse in sickness in her health,....I DO"
She talks of such things, evolutionized to screams
shredding my heart piece by piece , karma in tenfolds
im lost, confused....
what shall i do?...what choice am i given
sucha feeling is over-rated yet subtle to many others
i love her, she loves me not...
tip tap...tip tap...
i lay in fear and in sadness, she has unlocked my eye's
corruption fills to be pollution of madness and pain
i correct my love and die...
Pour better, im worse than ever before
She clashes my heart with daggers,
dig deeper if she must...
not a word will be said, slick as can be
a moment of freedom is parched, im shackled
til next time honey...
tip tap...tip tap...