Extra Marital

Born Out Of Fortune,Carved out of fear,Painted in vermilion,Smeared in tear,Empathy or sympathy,Forbiddance hath rage,Encased in your shadow,Muttering vows in a cage,You speak like a Cockatoo,You moan like whore,You think in a lullaby,You stop seeking more..The lust laden fury, the urge laden care,its not a sense of comfort, it chokes like a snare...The man did still make love,With you it was bed,Not heaven my sweetheart,On earth are marriages made....Somewhere though, a heart still beats,This one new and fresh,Everything you cant give him,He gets in mind and flesh.Have you wondered why he seeks,Why he gnaws for more,Why he seeks the slighest chance,To mark old and bore,Did you think , did you ask,What lies beneath that mask,A needy man, deprived of love,Or greed beckoning task...Was it you, a dirty deal,Or was it him who lost,Were you worth a litte less,Than the price it cost..Or was it whim, greed and lust,Was it urge to hunt,Was it him who lied in sleep andMurdered every runt...Go forth & seek your vengeance,Go forth & plant your flag,Go forth & play the same tricks,With which he marked you hag.The swollen lips, do say much more,The breasts just heave and sigh,Force your jaws to bend and spread,Thats how you wipe your cry...If you are a whore, then le