You speak in riddles,
A tango for the middle ages,
Drinking your victims anger,
Twisting braids in their strides;
Drive right into their centerfold and taste the vanity;
Bravery feels toxic to me,
Like worthiness comes only from defense,
I pray for your soul, while you torture in evil;
Your masquerade must stop here,
You have no mercy in your eyes,
A victim of societies tasteless world,
Spits liars on my tongue,
It burns bitter;
Turn your cheek on me,
So I can slap a brand on your flesh.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
