MY LOVE WAS MY DECAY

Every note that he played was to become his soundtrack for sadness...
In the fuzzy, hazy, piercing black-light glow...
It all came clear in the electric blue.
He was, to her, quiet and bemused...
She was, to him, previously abused.
But both were more to each other...
Than anyone dared accuse.

"Tell not my friends what we have done...
It is for you and I alone and no one... none."

A tear began at the top of their page...
In the end he had to choose between sorrow or rage.
And he chose both.
He knew from the day he heard the emptiness of BLACK that he would lose her...
He told her so.
She simply laughed her vicious laugh and said: "Hell no."
And then another soul made her go.

"Tell not my friends what we have done...
It is for you and I alone and no one... none."

He walked with the humble, silent shuffle of a man in dismay...
I swear I often heard him mumble: "My love was my decay."
And so it is to this very day.
He could not have stopped her...
Even if he tried.
No matter what had gone before...
The fact remained she'd lied.

"Tell not my friends what we have done...
It is for you and I alone and no one... none."

Her passion fire had surely died...
Their love she simply cast aside.
In a court she would surely be tried...
But to what end, and for what shame?
Richness of lust had cried another man's name.
Compounding his pain, effecting a stain...
Finishing the game.

"Tell not my friends what we have done...
It is for you and I alone and no one... none."

And to all of this he had but this to say...
In a tone to flat and sour to stay...
"I empty my soul of all that is left this day...
For my love was my decay."
And so it is to this very day...
How his soul still breathes, no one can say.
Perhaps it's better this way?
Yeah right.

10 July 1995
0110 hours