Glistening crystals
under a lava sky,
leather imprints
the cost of a lie.

Before; finger picked guitar
my favorite tune’ escaped snigger,
of want and need
complimented with a tear.

After; spent and at peace
vibrations of a flood
alas; the fat lady sings
purple scars turns blue blood.

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