She won't listen
that is all you desire
But that has no significance to her
your eyes rage with fire
The heart under your skin
thuds and thumps with astonishing speeds
Speeds unknown to men
But that does not stop you
In fact if fuels the fire
as well do the torrent of words she speaks
You struggle to hide the ire
but fail when she sees you writhe with aggravation
It breaks free and turns to terror
the screams the shouts, but you carry on
When all is done, you've made an error
beneath you the evidence of your work
It is quite a beautiful piece
the mingle of pearl skin with velvet red
A painting of the deceased
leaving the painter lonesome
Now there only burns a flame
flaming now, no not rage
But the flame of shame
and it slowly, lowly calls your name
