Alchemisland

Red through your wedding dress

Knife undo your corset vest

Ribs like an underskin grate cover

Inside my lambskin great cover

Your great shape I covet

You remove your mask revealing a demon’s visag

I’m on you like six months since last conjugal visit

I watch you through the bars go out the grate

The what was great, makes me go grey, sated

She leaves me like Satan on promise delivery day, that’s his way

I’m conjugating verbs for a meeting about my term

My tenure has enured me to hardship, I have ardour for new life, working harder 

Walking faster away from my old life, its many strifes.