ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Hell Hath No Fury

She gave him her all,

But, he gave her nothing but pain.

She gave him love,

But, he gave her betrayal.

She mourned,

Like a widow,

Drowned in the sorrow,

Of her only lover dead.

Cause, he was,

To her,

And then when she was,

Off her mourning,

She gave her,

Innocence away.

She wore a mask of anonymity,

The thrill of the unknown,

Drived men in,

The cape of the humour,

And the face of a stoic,

Made men fall over their edges,

Proximity to the vicious temptation,

Made them euphoric.

She played around with hearts and words,

Only to destroy them and use them.

She became a woman so dangerous,

She couldn't anymore, read herself.

She became the fire,

Attracting the moth,

Then burning them with her fury,

Wrapping them in her fake love's cloth.

She became the ice,

Enrapturing through lure's disguise,

Cutting edges, with the cold eyes,

And shallow cries.

Her idea of pleasure became,

Seeing men crave,

What one man gave to her,

To many, back she gave.

Hell hath no fury,

Like a woman scorned,

She lost herself, surrendered to the devil,

The moment she walked out, after she had mourned.