The Beginning of the End
Who needs happily ever after?
All around me I see
Brides glowing in white,
Cheerful and proud,
Dancing their cares away,
Even if just for one night.
Forever is what they both promised;
Good luck keeping it.
Heaven knows that boredom sets
In and a hot temptation calls to
Jump into bed with and be wild,
Killing almost all hope of recovering
Love that was once shared.
Marriage seems to stifle people,
Never leaving them enough room
Or freedom to stay independent.
Perhaps the joining of two souls
Quietly takes their individuality,
Rips them to pieces,
Strips them completely, and
Throws it all into a furious fire.
Understanding one another is
Very hard in these changing times
When everyone is on their last nerve.
Xanax is the calming drug
Your doctor prescribes to stop the
Zelophobia. Who needs happily ever after?
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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Thoroughly enjoyed this, Alex! "Zelophobia" was a new word for me :)