A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form,
Begging for someone to hear the voice
That gurgles through trust malformed.
Reliance a dangerous, vindictive being
Colors toxicity into beautiful dreaming;
Independence howls with uncertainty and change
While the world harbors allies so deranged.
Eyes painted aquamarine fall upon blackened wings,
Wings that uphold a god-like form
Now laced with scars, wounds, and ash that sting
If one remains too close; to be caught within her storm
Would be a blessed way to perish.
A wicked smile paints tempting lips,
Her voice a siren song of desire and manipulation
As those hunter-like eyes grip
Onto the remnants of my soul; she is contemplative salvation.
She kisses my lips
As her name leaves with a drip,
Removing the knife in my back from the start,
Just to drive it through my naive heart.
