The Last Waltz

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Artist Michael Hussar...he inspires some of my darker writes.

Submitted: November 13, 2011

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The Last Waltz
 
Seduced I am by the face of vanity and disfigurement, my
jaw shattered from the {BONDAGE}
of our osculation, my
mouth leeched by sharpened tongue exhausted in salutation.
You play my ribs as if I were the
=strings= on your cello,
but these bones crumble as you strum
higher and highermy
voice and screams you use to orchestrate Death's choir
 
Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I
ask thee to have mercy on my soul that begs to breathe.
I know your cadaverous mind can see
and hear me, but
instead, you stifle my vitality, ignoringeach and every plea.
 
What provokes you to graze in my dismantled flesh?
Is it the promenade between my stomach and breast, or
do you crave the vigor that hides within 
my open chest?
I waltz with you in servitude and as a willing sacrifice, you
take the lead with every step, twitch,
and pulsating beat.
Catching me as I sway, arching my back, and vertebrae,
bleeding jewel-like rubies, adorning my fears from yesterday.
 
Sweeping me around the tempest void that shadows song.
You devour what is left; I feel no pain......
I feel no wrong.

 

 

 

 

 


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