A melodramatic entrance was taken at fourteen,
Fatigue overwhelming my heart and mean wildness was seen,
The imperious evil awaits with the memento of the fall of roue,
Dictum of evincing the dusk was made.
The heavenly taste of belladonna on my lips,
Made my eyes belligerently look at the color,
In behest of the lord, I went deep and cloistered,
My companion was only a dictating mind and diaphanous drug.
Escapism was on my finger tips,
Esquire made me forget the dawn and farcically lowered my pride,
He gloried me, remade my fingers which were to perform and compose,
He was the color my eyes devoured,
His lips were concentrated with sugar,
I knew his care and touch was made up of fragile fake diamonds.
Indeed his care was an idyllic icicle which transformed itself into a distracting burden,
I remember the evil whispering warnings of him being a mere illusion,
after moments the world came down upon me.
I begged for love but only heavy ignominy was dumped on my fractured shoulders,
Esquire who i idealized never came for my rescue,
My life henceforth was a frozen flower,
With black petals and sensitive style,
With a guardian to protect me from fire,
But never-minded me broken by the stones of shame.
|| ME ||
