The asphyxiation of marriage owned by leaves and wax. Free spirits caged on a pedestal. Ornaments routinely touched.. Some take their darkness to neon, Masque's conceal Mummies buried with treasures when they lived touch them and you're cursed. Those who wake by shells, sleep as squandered pearls. Treasures once held now buried inside by weight of salt from oval tide. Find in others what was lost, and truth removes its veil revealing your life's a lie "you may kiss the bride". Marriage is white lies in white frocks a must have accessory with twice sang hymns and rarely seen Aunties stuffing their face with pastry. I am married to God he cheats on me each day but I love each dawns gold ring he gives and that is why I stay.