It was majestic, it was a dream,
Gilded in foils of silver and champagne,
Your life, your love, it overwhelmed you.
You thought it’d never end
Then the Honeymoon came.
Once the ceremony was said and done
And you two were left alone
Cold silence followed inside of you
A strange, crawling feeling
That would undo you.
Their eyes, beaming with glistening lust
They dart about the world, watching
“What are they looking for?” The voices ask.
The question creeps into your soul
Born of fear, it stalks you in privacy.
Until one day, questions unanswered
They overwhelm you, drive you to the brink
As it asks “What if they see something better than me?”
So you confront them, rip out their eyes
Blind, they cannot see any better.
Their voice, comforting and warm
It weaves brilliant insights
Of which you only see a twisted self-reflection.
So you cut out their tongue
So that you can hear no more.
Their ears listen, to the birds, to the people outside
“Who are they listening to?” The shadows ask.
What sweet music, what saccharine voice?
The mystery overwhelms you
So you cut off their ears.
Then the thought strikes you
In the blackest of night
“What if they run? What if they fight?”
The next morning you cut off their legs,
Then lop off their arms.
So now they sit around all day
Blind, deaf and lame.
No more fears, no more worries
Yet somethings not right,
No, that’s when you realize…
Their beautiful, beaming eyes have been replaced by craters
Their comforting voice has become mute
Without their ears, they cannot hear your love
Without arms, they cannot embrace you
Without legs, they cannot go with you.
Without all these things
That which you fell in love with
They are but a husk, a lump
And you realize that if they let you do this to them
Didn’t they really love you?
Did they still?