Has The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts, visited you too?

Has The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts, visited you too?

(A lone voice whispers)

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I can still remember it so damn well

If this is my only chance left to confess 

It was on the fifteenth of June 

In 1998

When he came casually calling and shattered our incredibly conjured tender love spell

On the stroke of midnight 

Can you believe it 

No less 

A heart-wrenching moment our love died

Convulsing and shrieking on the grey altars of broken despair 

A beloved liaison I thought would last for all eternity 

But sometimes life itself

Even in all its endeavours of pure magnanimity 

Just doesn't play fair

And no matter how much I sadly cried all alone

Or stared filled with endless remorse and painful guilt 

On that fateful fifteenth of June 

In 1998

Whilst standing still looking up at that smiling white mischievous Wolf Moon

I just knew The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts would soon 

Be calling by later

For I'm sure when me and who I thought was my true love

Were arguing like crazy about the invisible supernatural forces 

That swirl all around us

Linked to fate and destiny 

And their profound impact on everyday realities

Shaping and creating all those tiny and major intricacies 

Unspoken of responsibilities linked to sacred vows 

Once exchanged in the low hours  

Anointing that wonderful thing I hoped she too cherished 

Called fidelity

I'm sure I heard a faint creepy voice 

Whisper amid that deep angry conversation in my left ear

A bizarre voice that sounded so guttural and soul-destroying as it uttered those words

It left me shaking and covered in goose pimples with fear

So pleased to finally meet you

I'm The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts

It looks and feels like I'll be seeing you sooner rather than later

Alligator

For all your hopes and deep dreams for the future

Looks and feels like they're falling apart

With this argument which I just love because it's so delightfully vicious

And that my friend is why I'm calling 

For its pulsating frequencies tastes so much like the rarest of all known looshe

And that my new disciple is why I'm here

For it's so damn addictive and just so breathtakingly delicious 

Copyright John Duffy