She sends her mignons to deal her death
With stares of plasma and dragon’s breath.
A holy roller coaster of a woman she sits
Hold tight for the ride. Prepare to submit.
My life has no worth in her ideal existence
Humility ignored, regardless of distance.
Perpetually wrong, inconsiderate of truth
Inconceivable song with unceasing ruth.
As patterns mature and decency detracts
My primordial transgression blurs so abstract.
To the point of confusion when she gasps for air
As she swivels to see me, to find me nowhere.
We’ve traveled so far, but made not a gain
This treadmill survival. This evanescent reign.
Will soon decompose like tension before
That anxious corrosion can rest evermore.