Two-foot small on a bleeding carousel;
I tangle in the melody;
The chords strum in a sadistic manner,
Repetitive-- unappealing;
Choking-- drowning the very nerve of revolutions.
As I dance on the edge,
You pull me back-- aside;
Possessing my soul with deadly mesmerism;
Stare into the wretched-- the wicked;
The weak-- obscured,
She blossoms at the peak of midnight.
When tomorrow dies-- I fall too;
Like the angel in winter,
I shiver-- cold;
Coated in diamond starlight,
All awake in the orbit of discrepancy,
We fall together-- down,
In a web of misunderstanding.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
