The Black Widow

Oh, how I long for your venom . . .

Heaven teardrop stains dance

amid my perspective of this window

introduced was a scent rancid

emitted from the venom of a dashing black widow

it should have been you caught

in the spider web spun by your lies

straightforward truths were they not

but yet trapped in belief was I

woe, how I long to taste your venom kisses

and have my time measured by your hourglass

to voluntarily stretch out clean wrists

with faint traces of a scarring past

presently in heaven I refuse to dance

ascended above the wilted corpse at that window

with a heart wallowing in venom so rancid

courtesy of the very same black widow

Author's Note

This sounded far more enticing in my head. I shall keep this in mind for future tweaking and rewriting perhaps.
Photo courtesy of Cutteroz on Deviant Art.

Reviews

[ewest1220]

Another great write. Well done my friend!

[Craba]

wow dark and wonderful

[Rox Bain ☮]

This is beautiful... it's so sad, but it really is amazing. I can feel the emotion in your words. Well done - 100/100