abhorrent

i am a speck of dust upon a cloister of abrasions
to some i may be the aberration itself
and to others, i am, quite simply, undeniably close to the cusp
i am torn and i am torment
long-winded chimes of captivity, unsightly…. abhorrent
indecision and illusion
forged as incomplete, despite attempts at deceit and delusions
flecks of gold and pleasure caressed in pain
a tragic syndrome if one ever believed in such a thing
bounty of sorts, a hoard of mass amounts
surmounts to treasure, beguiled in meanless measures
for what is to come is simply a story retold
childish nightmares sung in lullabies
baby cries herself to sleep over heat as torching as languid goodbyes
sighs, dark nights, fright and fear…. incessantly come near
yet never a tear stretches in sight….never to repent, nor dare to lament -
such would decree misfitting
a monster is only as perverse as the saints decree
the demented only as hell-bound as those….who, they themselves, wish they were free….
a flagrant martyr is most commonly an acquired sire
a duty-bound hired hand useless without it’s master
a force-fed convict is simply debauchery’s debacle
as is, resistance’s remorse contrary to the oncoming slaughter.