Blame

Blame. The very word creates acid on every tongue that speaks it. its dark and clumped, forming a giant ball of black sticky goo. It layers itself on the skin of every body that is blamed for a wrong they did not do. a crime that they did not commit. It's a song that impales those who play the keys on a piano. A morbid song that slays the hearts of lovers in the night. Its a siren who sings like the lark of the morning sun, shining her wings, revealing the diamond glow they bring upon themselves, she sings her out of tune lyrics luring men towards her grace. disguising her ugliness, with an appalling attractive face. She is blame. Luring men into her claws, caressing them sweetly, cursing and confusing and corrupting their minds; bringing shame upon them. Such trickery is a mask, a dark veil that covers the eyes and prevents the sight. blocking out any sort of light. she comes out of the dark and tortured night, bringing with her, her dark fame. For every human male knows her as strega; fulfilling her dark quest is a shame, yet, it is she who does not hold in her ;cold, raw claws; the blame.