Saturnine

A Diabolic Waltz

I was lost.

You came along and you showered me with warmth--warmth that was my illusion. There was no warmth, just darkness, the cold empty abyss of your remains. And I held on to you. Then I thought I found my way again.

I lost my independence.

I destroyed myself, breaking my own pieces further, just loving you. I found myself drifting away until I couldn't see myself. Then I was both broken and lost.

I lost my individuality.

They tried to pull me out of the fire, but I fought against them. I let myself linger in the extremes; the numbing cold and the scorching heat that we called our love.

I lost my entirety.

I held on to empty words, promises that were lies. My shards collapsed under my own weight. You built up false hope, filled me with lies that scarred me to the core.

I lost my innocence.

I knew everything from your cherry lips were fabricated yet I held on. My heart numbed from the torture that I went through. The broken pieces pierced through the softest membranes and nothing was felt.

I lost my emotions.

The chains that we both had were used to your advantage. You pulled and I would choke, struggling to perform your diabolic waltz. The devil trying to wear an angel's mask.

I lost my freedom.

You doused the torture in sugar for everyone to see. They saw nothing but warmth, and not the evil inside. Then you pranced out of the scene, crashing my image and leaving me broken.

I lost my dignity.

I stepped unto the dance floor and danced along with you. The sugar crumbles to the floor and your stoic demeanor cracks.

I became furious.

Your mask falls off and you attempt to escape. I tugged at your chain. Like I, you choked. You stumble and fall to your knees.

I became vengeful.

You lay on the floor we waltzed upon and I let you see the shards of me scattered around, filled with your deceptions, the shameless tricks you played.

I became keen.

You beg for forgiveness. The fragments penetrate your being. Twisting. Turning. Searing into your mind. Damaging your very soul.

I became resilient.

You scream and I walk away from your pathetic figure. My shards, tainted with your fiendishness, I leave behind as I recreate myself. The torture altered my constituents.

I regained myself.