Somewhere within the chambers of my heart a mouth murmurs with a plethora of hypocritical verses laced intricately with paradoxes in the dark. I hear my name floating through the air.
Misfortune’s out stretched hand gestures execrably for me to come hither; my body answers that request and moves with fluidity…with purpose towards that entity. I come face to face with my pity, my lover, my knight in rusted armor.
Sorrow pulls my hair away from my neck and kisses me fondly along my collarbone.
Vexation runs his fingers through my hair and caressing my shoulders.
Fury admires me admiringly with a guise of hunger for my kiss of innocuous innocence.
Anxiety grasps my hips, embracing me feverishly and looking into my eyes absorbedly; the same way that a pillager studies its ill-informed quarry.
I close my dejected eyes as I melt in the arms of apathy and allow myself to be devoured by the very rage that I birthed with my own bloody hands.
Certain death has dressed me with extravagant black silks and lace, adorning me for the moment to end all moments.
As I dine with my eventide, I distinguish where this night shall end.
However, for the time being I will lay in the splendid establishment of my miscellaneous company.
I hath no phobias and no repentances.
And as that glorious drape cascades on this night of covetous liaisons I consent to each lover’s appeal for the existence of which they have engaged with a deathly grip and addicting touch……..