Queen of spades

As I pace through heaven
the nature remains
behind shadows
of dust
underneath layers of lies
with streams of moans
ruining faces –
collecting sins.

As I crawl through heaven
paradise has evolved
into a quiet
lonely
sphere
where decayed flowers are spread
alongside the pavement,
and the road to Eden
is never-ending.

As I sit in Heaven
my black veil of vain
taints the sweaty hair
which is stuck
to my neck –
and the sudden marks on my back
cut through
the burning dream
which now is mine –
inducing me to reality.

As the scent of you invades
my nostrils
I restrain – from dying
on the velvet couch
you tossed me on.
Restrain – from slashing the scars
you left
when tearing off my panties and
transforming me into your
Queen of Spades
while being left
in a state of shame –
an illusionistic inferno.