Delirious

She's dancing delirious,
her head fell,
I'm hearing wedding bells--
telling me she is heaven
and a flame from hell.

Every color of feathers,
singing to my ears,
I can't go forward,
moving back to blue tunes and,
her evil spell.

Eyes overshadowing me,
I was a leaf,
blowing dirt in melody--
off route 60 motel,
blood is wine,
shadows on the wall climbing.

Her face covered by a veil,
asking me,
"Will you love me forever?"
I'm no wishing well.

Motel 60 sounds delightful,
until you step inside,
a black widow spider,
transforming before my eyes--
she is delirious,
opening her mouth wide...