Epitaph To Our Love

I fell for the words from your silver tongue,
I succumbed to your harmonious wit,
I lost myself in your dark-eyed pool,
While you squeezed my heart in your fist.

I became entangled in your golden hair,
Entrenched within your velvet robes,
Enchanted by your hypnotic fragrance,
Entrapped in a love, so cold.

Through time, I watched your spirit decay,
I should have known it would come to this,
Your heart has festered it's hatred,
And scorn pours from your lips.

They break the silence between us,
Those venimous words of poisoned hate,
Violent rumblings from an angry heart,
Impale my love on a pointed stake.

And I read the arbitrary papers again,
To see if the epitaph to our love has arrived,
And although I can't find it among the pages,
I can certainly read it in your eyes.

You no longer paint pictures of beauty,
You no longer shine love from afar,
Now I'm sitting in a darkened cinema,
Watching films about broken hearts.

And as my tears flow at the sad scenes,
My thoughts wander back to your loving spell,
And I wonder again, where it all went wrong,
When did we go from paradise to hell?

My body is wrought from the physical agony,
That harbours it's pain within my thoughts,
And I find it hard to keep my sobriety,
When sobriety cannot dull your painful words.

I huddle in the safety of a whisky straight,
My fingers are all nicotine stained,
Trying to cure my broken heart and empty soul,
But nothing takes away the pain.

And your lies keep echoing back to me,
Of how the love you promised would last so long,
And I break down in fits of sobs again,
Brought on by the poison of your silver tongue.

And I read the arbitrary papers again,
To see if the epitaph to our love has arrived,
And although I can't find it among the pages,
I can certainly read it in your eyes.