The Boy Named Jane

A boy lying in the graceful shade

Hair wavy and black

Pale and thinly frame

Pretty,and sharp as a tack

He knows his worth

Words knotted around my throat

A sickly possession, his heart births

As he puts his cigars into my skin coat

Sweet as silver solitude

Slipping my tears into bottles

His raw personality in the nude

Drinking them lazily

his eyes coddle

Devoted lovers bending

underneath his soft

violent hands

Fingers pulling at their peels

Tiny screams and mobs begging

For their turn in his twisted plan

He strings them on his slender neck like pearls

His grin so vile

Carried all the way to the mortuary

Lovestruck by his sadistic smile

He can't be loved anymore

In a burgundy casket

he will stay

Hair a pretty black

And a pale dainty body

Spine lovingly maimed

A lesson for being hauty

He is silent now

For sweet revenge came

A lover bitterly scorn

With obsession, jealousy sharp

Sought after jane

his missing part

Jane was his messiah

Jane was his whole world

But janes empathy had retired

Yet his lover still yearned

Letters and those of the likes

Burnt by the same brand of cigar

Maybe a drink could be spiked

But that would only get his lover so far

I was meant to be his

And he mine

But my advances are ruined

Tarnishing my attempts to intertwine

Jane was my messiah

Jane was my whole world

His sly eyes

His locks always curled

Anyone would fall for him,

Was i so unwise?

To long For someone with skin so fair

Cunning as fuschia

Depth in his charcoal hair

But jane was medusa

I was not in that world

His clouded eyes

His soft manipulative swirls

His facade was thin

His ego was his demise

A bloodied back

From anguish sharp as tacks

A body stilled

And with vengeance filled

I didn't feel reciprocation

But a sinister satisfaction

For years, I've longed

And you strung me along

But now im calm

Only your words were strong

I did the same as you did to me

But without all the pity

Now I have your heart

For I tore Jane apart

I loved you dearly

You did, too,but not as nearly

Your beauty was wasted

Your cunning was too rich

You had me bewitched

We were doomed from the start

For that you must depart

So I stole your heart