waltz of tyranny.

it burns a bitter blue - flames of purple and black
around your wounded chest,
a beautiful waltz of tyranny
your heart throbs to the beat of the Devil's drums
lungs full of despair - of abhor and disgust,
too frail to breath in this life
you can't look back, you'd rather not
crawling away from the path of yesterday
you lock the gate - its wrought iron bars,
rusted bronze
but you leave behind a crimson trail
across this wilted garden,
your bleeding misery
that evokes a broken scent,
one that entices the Devil
she can taste your anger,
touch your weakness
rusted bronze, these wrought iron bars
cannot fight her strength
you burn a bitter blue - flames of purple and black
a beautiful waltz of tyranny

03. 2008

i wrote this two years ago; inspired by a friend suffering terrible heartache

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