A Constant Call to My Fall

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I don't understand the 'sale' in the title, I can picture a sell, like a man (because of love letter and ... wedge) sold himself (convinced you of his attractiveness as a man) and you have remorse over thinking about buying what he sells (not quite buyers remorse), since the despair seems to come from the wedge it created.  

I think it would look better like this:

the sky falls
mace and chains
whips and fire
as you wait
for my love letter
your murky wedge

between me & God

I must confess
I see snakes
and worms
and hear
the sounds
of much hissing

I like how 'I must confess' and 'of much hissing' are positioned and confess somewhat rhymes with wedge, cool.  I just think with that in mind you might change the first line, the sky falls is bland, hope this helps!

Hi CRNDLSM

Hey, that's a very clever division! Thanks! Oh, I actually went over budget and made a purchase not necessary for my survival because I was weak in the flesh and couldn't pass it up. I tied it into some fate issues concerning the poem. You are right though, it should be edited because no one can understand it but me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem and critiquing!