Your love was a cage,
and you were wrapped in bows and deceit,
Amazing how soft were your lies
with lips tasting sweet.
You moved like a panther in lavender dusk,
Sinister shadows draped in love and lust.

I was the fawn in your high-thread-count lair,
You covered me with perfume and silver-tongued care.
I now call it the hunt, but you called it romance.
I had all of the dreams, but the ruins were planned.

The silk of your voice was a lullaby shared,
But danger dripped slowly from your holding stare.
You purred out excuses in delicate prose,
And now you taunt the heartbreak in my vintage clothes.

The claws never showed, just the gold in your grin,
But I bleed in silence while you relieve me of skin.
You prowled through my soul with a hungering grace,
Sinister beauty shrouding an angel’s disgrace..

So I ran through the fog,
Through the moon’s silver moan,
Found truth in the wild where I now dance alone.
An astounding escape from your palace of pain
I'm left in the wreckage, forgetting your name.