Disasterpiece
a poem
this was to be a symphony symbols glowing upon the night’s air rising from her cauldrons of shame deepest wells she’d lend her woe unearthing those most heartfelt dreams such broken presumptions dire leaps of faith so taken her thrust of unseen sorrow she’d felt you there in her despair she’d talked to you like you were there even through those darkest moons she’d prayed it’d bring her back to you such things came through tricksters playing their wicked games strangest premonitions most unexpected notions rising from within her darkest manifestations fate’s bold fool she’d become corrupted hope’s willing whipping girl diving to her own demise she’d slash and tear and bring it down her soul so buried underground those moments which could not be bought she’d lost her mind for all she’d fought at last awake and crawling back she’d grip her sanity like a shattered doll finding pieces not fit, those part of her no longer throughout holding this artifact of horror her creation of cruelest tidings containing sights so sought lies or not — she’d lost the will to care she prayed that some might just be real those things she’d been so born to feel along with every pain she’d sought this masterpiece was what she’d bought