Archangel that sways upon my peripheral pedestal,
Your eyes flutter gaunt pernickety,
An anachronistic presumption that does not grant fastidious rebuttal,
A perennial anathema that balances on a threshold so rickety,
Your scruples warrant the acceptance of abeyance,
Disguised muse, Incitor of Loath, your canker manifests itself,
Your sophistry is deflected in one single moment of sense,
Then emerge fettered wings and claws of malign wealth.
Bleeding thorn rose,
Personification of deception,
The resonance of your nefarious heartbeat breeds in my woes,
Beauty is just an artful perception,
Prevarications that even fool chicanery,
A ruse that compelled the fatal touch,
Oh white rose, now a blood red filled prism of rivalry,
A slight prick, poisoned my heart as such.
A circus of freaks dancing upon my intoxication,
Sober Liquid that mock my hallucinations,
Life,like the glass of the night, breaks at the light of dawn.