Love, Blood and Diamonds

Father figure
To a gold digger,
He never really minded,
That her dreams were bigger
Than a couple of diamonds,
And her ambitions were quicker
Than silver lightening.

Trophy wife
With a butcher’s knife,
She never really got it,
That his heart was bigger
Than just his pocket,
And the man in the mirror
Was the skeleton in his closet.

There was blood in the air
And truth in her eyes,
He didn’t care
For all the pretty little lies,
He held out his heart
And asked her why,
But she remained silent.

Too young
To be among
The old cynics in his courtroom,
She always held her tongue
And he pondered over her gloom,
But when the fat lady had sung,
She was holding the keys to his doom.

He was too old
And too cold
To know what she wanted,
If her desire he could unfold
Then he would have bought it,
But her heart she’d already sold
Before starvation had caught it.

There was blood in the air
Death descending in his eyes,
She realized she cared
For all his futile little tries,
He held out his heart
And asked her why,
And she couldn’t remain silent.

Her brown eyes,
Holding white lies,
They destroyed him completely,
Shot him in the heart
Then held him in her arms,
Nobody had hurt him so sweetly.

Father figure
To a gold digger,
He didn’t really mind it
If his life was worth her diamonds,
And if his end could serve as means
To her silver lightening.

Guilt personified
Under fading starlight,
She finally got it,
That she was more to him
Than just a toy in his pocket,
And she didn’t want him to go
But she couldn’t stop him.

She put the gun to her head
And put out the tears in her eyes,
So much she could’ve said
But she hated saying goodbye,

Just held out her heart
Didn’t even ask why
It made no sense to cry
Over a love that was never
She said,
“Just in case we die tonight,
Can I keep you forever?”

They were devoured by the night,
And come morning light
Nobody could find them,
Of “Until death do us part”
Remained jagged-edged shards
Of love, blood and diamonds.