Play-Disbelieving-Eyes-To-My-Withering-Wunderment

Ones own violent delights, have their own violent ends

I wonder if the stars will crack and shatter, underneath them i shall sit, wait for the shards to shower me with kisses

My world held up by constructed illusions - they'll give way soon

Abdicate my dear and hand to me,
Your thrown of porcelain bone,
Your time of glory is over - finally

Her triumph makes me shameful of my own

Where happily ever after was to shatter the mirror

Her approval - My utopia

She is in the background of everything I do, counting.

There is no prescription to treat disloyalty