Oh,

the twisted fate

of luxury ~

Opinion over Fact

it sends to ruins

these brittle bones of mine.

And the health

of my salvation

Lies fragile in your eyes ~

Your fist

grasped firmly

on my smile

Squeeze the tears

down these blood-bruised cheeks

Scrape devilishly clean

my crippled box of voice

Though time may bring with it

healing

it lets linger behind

white-fleshed scars

of pain.

And above all stand

the memories

Staining the electric stage

of my

unforgiving, unforgotten

mind.