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.
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2010
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