Killer Life Insurance (Blood Money, Pt.4) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Outranking the most divine experiences
Crossing the line, agonizing, an inheritance
The petal she unfolds
There's a suffocating quality in her flow
Yet, it comes clandestine, a whisper, so low
Something to begrudge, we all want to know:
Condensation and drops, I see the glimmer
Her delectable, quiet, but fatal shimmer
Deceiving beauty?
It makes me jump; that fire's making me quiver!
I feel the fury in her beauty as I begin to shiver
She drains my account,
Like a widow, venom could fill a river.

Hot Mama, she's on fire!
Hell's top model, I'm the gasoline,
She's my lighter, walk the wire
Reflection phosphorescent
The Mirror; like an inferno
I see this dual persona,
I aspire
To be this bad-bad-girl,
I can't deny I maybe wanna
Cash that check and 'make it rain'
That faux reflection is so tempting
I got a'lotta passion,
From her flames, it's so vain,
Like a lion's gorgeous mane
A feline there's no way to tame

But, this insurance,
I fool myself;
Pretend she is real
She's hot money,
She's top wealth
Though I know she isn't.
She's just a mask
She is my veil.
She's a lie,
My way to hide what's beneath
To conceal
The fragile human
So I mask myself so well—
Even I am derailed.

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