The Testament

Ode to the totally devoted,
may your abuse always be sustained.
Your subservience is your capital,
anddesperation always refrained.

Ode to the unerring servant,
writhing in your self-wrought chains.
Your esoteric feelings forced to emerge,
so you rejoice from all your pains.

Ode to the tricked out angel,
deserving everything you receive.
Let the poison flood through your veins,
your own perverse notions to decieve.

Ode to the crumpled dress,
lying neglected on the bed.
Put all of your lies into his promises,
and hold true to every word he ever said.

Ode to the tear streaked face,
that no fake makeup can hide.
You know you love your misery,
taking more pain than you can abide.

And finally, finally forever...

Ode to the Desperate Hopes,
with prayer filled souls.
Keep on wishing those wild ideas,
so fluffy but filled with holes.