A Treacherous Damsel - The Fall of the Blackbird
Rhinestones, line my grave stone
I'm reborn as a crimson rose
They pick me apart and leave all of the thorns
I'm just one heartache away from having nothing more to live for
Navy blue skyline
They put me under, I haven't dreamt in a while
My nights turn ruthless
I suffocate under the weight of my protection
My carpet, red wine
Marigold starlight
They ruin my righteous appetite
What if I'm not far too young anymore in this light?
My bottled fear, sensationalized
They fall through so deep
Cracked marble under my feet
Half of a story subjected to a perfect anatomy
The boredom's mystique
No hard shelled feelings
Wrinkles appear like a knight in shining armor
Imaginary trysts in the dark of the garden
Everyone loves a good scandal
As the pendulum swings
The backlash stings in the most haunting ways
The trees bare their teeth around me as I'm left to start over by myself
It was incessant
A never ending heartbeat I couldn't rely on
Sequined from head to toe, everybody knows
Every glass is always one clench away from shattering in my hand
I fight the tendency to slip into a state of regret and misery
I cling to my clothes like they may be taken away and leave me cold
But when the promises we never return to comb through my hair like the mist
I beseech for another chance, some kind of mystical happenstance
And condemn my memory I deem precious only in the dark
In hindsight, you leave me, I love you
I played God, at the temple of your virtue
Lavender incense, pink swirls of peppermint
All that disappears when hearsay becomes your bible
You sentence the life I saved, the blackbird is back in its cage
I remain unforgivable, a treacherous damsel who drank luck like its poison.
-auctor

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