Devil’s Charade

And there's a funny little mutation to the

tangled and mangled pieces left

of what was once my vibrant heart. But my love was strangled!

Harpooned like the massive beast it was,

and robbed from me by those charming hands of yours;

however,

I really think you could have done without all the theatrics.

And you know it's not in my nature to stand so bold

nor steal the limelight

from any other passengers that may have dared to hitchhike along the

winded and crisscrossed junction to your heart.

I wish I would've given up my seat ticket.

Though, I believe if you had chosen one of them,

that they would one day come upon that crossroads, too,

where you have discarded what remains of me.

To be judged.

For you were wrapped in the devil's flesh all along!

And how sweet and delicious was every word you breathed my way!

How quickly I became tipsy in the presence of you!

My insecurities took absence from my rationality for quite a bit as well,

and you bruised the gentle humming that

sang out from my eager heart. Pitter-patter.

Thud.

I shamefully admit my pitiful crumbling at your feet.

That nasty hex you spat at me

really attached itself, and it was so powerful! So sneaky!

Overindulging of my spirit, little by little,

and by snippet to tidbit,

as my submissiveness animated your sick little fantasy.

I never knew I could be so appallingly disgraceful towards myself;

that I could let a toxicity like you get by me! AAHH!

In this pathetic, stale waste I have become,

I beg of you,

please,

to show a color of mercy for what's left of my name.

But,

here you come; and without a caring hand for me.

Sigh. Another battle that your ego aggravates, and I have no choice but to

hang my head in embarrassment,

silently regretting this path I took under you.

How terrible is the devil's charade!