FABLE

Modern life too upsetting to justify,
choking my chest so much I could cry.
My loneliness like a suffocation,
with a fear and need of human affection.
Simmering days so vacant and tame,
enter the fable to cast her mind game.

A beauty so rare, the world chose to betray.
Abused by vermin to perform foul-play.
Surviving such suffering by a vitae of sin,
I pine for such soul to be genuine.
Pieces of me are in her palm,
all smitten and restless by her charm.

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