I’ve fallen victim to your crime.
I wish I’d known
That you were selling for a dime
Your sacred soul,
That in the dark the silent moon
Will be MY treasure –
The only treasure, dying soon
And hard to measure.
You’ve lied to me with honest eyes -
The blue of oceans.
And you’ve betrayed me. All my cries
Have caused no motion
Inside your soul, for it is gone
And none to capture.
My love, your heart is made of stone,
Resists the fracture.
And I’m the victim of your crime.
You’ve sold your soul.
The sparkle of the wicked dime…
No heart… just stone…
29/05/2015