Fair Waltz

A stupor born from a haze of deceit, My longing is requisite and tasteless. Redeem the worth of another fool’s charm, Who am I to append fate and comprehension? It’s been a long winter waiting for relief. Warmth tempers in the shadows. The composition of faith is a moral burden. Spring’s fate is marked by time’s passage. Emptiness is my willing chauffeur, Pining is my method of fervor. Commiseration is a matter of shame. Emotional property cannot be pilfered. Delusion’s apex plunders the might. A blind sense battles the shameful wise. Salvation seeps through the pores, Forsaken dreams are means to abide. Melodramatic flowers bloom in earnest. Infected presence is a suit of despair. The reality of life is uncertain, If God can’t sin, why can I falter? Bittersweet tunes and eroding melodies, Floating fancies surround my head. Introspective moves and tears of tragedy, Swing me around the carousel of dread.