Ruin
Lay the broken pieces of my pride
juxtaposed with my tattered thoughts.
Steal the gossamer curtain of sleep
from my eyes.
Lay it at your feet like a hunter’s kill.
Sing my heart-song loud and strong,
match the beat of my heart,
the pump of my veins.
Button your lips,
glistening with your harangues,
meant to prey on my fancy.
You, who capture me in fetters of your words,
my reflection imprisoned in shards of broken glass
around my feet.
Do not try to be valiant,
karma comes for all,
no one is exempt from the hand of Fate.
Play your songs of misery
Iin the cabaret of your mind,
and wait for eternal fire
The surge of ending.
The ruin of ages.
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