Rock Thief

Something in his soul I need
more than I deserve
I'll only know when I travel below

Though I didn't mean to be blood-born
trouble's daughter
I was offered a cup of bad business
I had to slake the thirst of the life she gave me
so I drank the devil's water

And as I sipped I could hear
the distant beating,
the pounding

A sound like the smash slam
of a gavel in the hand
of damning manic shame
named naked judgement
with his sentence:

cement sentiment
for epochs of shaded gradient
youth life
marked by periods
of blacks, greys and pale blues
so I could reflect
in broken glass
of many hues
something
multi faceted
like myself
shining
alluring
unlike myself;
and precious to my heart temptation
beyond any help

I stole diamonds
born, pressed and cracked
from the coal of his soul

My black fingerprints
were the evidence