In vague deception,
I place my burden upon the thoughts of your unholy ones;
Licking my very last resentment with sugar-coated masquerades;
Posing in delicate corners,
With gowns of silver--
Shoes of gold;
Tiptoeing so lightly-- only the perfect can hear the charade.
Vivid lie the orchids of your underworld;
In dreams I fall--
Sleepwalking to the sound of breathing;
Faster-- closer;
I reach for delicate hands that never grapple back;
Every memory transcends,
Leaving footprints in my sphere,
With wretched patterns,
Disgusting spectrum's,
Looming in vacated premises,
Only the deepest can feel.
Merchants sell lies so well,
Every action lined with deceit;
Blissful ignorance for those who don't query.
I beg thee lullabies,
Sing thy sweet aria and calm my insanity,
For I seem to descend quicker with each passing day;
Hourglass half empty,
Left only the last grain of sand,
Until I vanish-- completely.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
