The Dance of Destruction

Oh, how I recall the soothing notes of which he played, and silver tongue yet true charade. I stayed the course my heart decayed and now I live in fear enslaved.

Minutes late the anxiety builds.. Yet I still return to this bond that chills. My youthful lust for life now vanished and dreams of such now simply banished.

Interrogation and daily threats of long lost love now turned regret. A shove, a slap, a closed fist blow, how much more will my spirit toll.

I search within to seek some shelter, but guilt just boils into a swelter. Unshackle me and release despair for I have lost the need to care, thus search for reasons of which unfair.

Once I cheered and crown bestowed, a teenage wish to which behold, and now I dread what will unfold, my life unseen and yet untold.

Immersed in thoughts of darkness death, and hopelessly resent each breath, of which I gasp and strain to quell, this life of which the depths of Hell.

The visions I lust in my distant slumber, have consequences of my soul to plunder. I peer into this darkness realm and approach him without a single sound of which he sleeps of conscious clear and none to worry nor none to fear.

How I yearn to pose a threat, but insecurity has laid regret. The razor edge I ponder such, and blaze I wish to ignite with lust. There he lies in a vulnerable state, my decision dances and holds his fate.

Another night has passed at last, the shower runs my thoughts so vast. When he returns, I’ll greet him calmly, and sway upon this beam so fondly.

The noose of which I self employed and took that step at last devoid, of the freedom which I yearned so long and now’ve composed my own Love Song.