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.
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