Rough Landing

In the end I’ll open with

an empty harmony,

a soul-less riff

to show how much

or rather how little

I care for your

enchanted riddles that

keep me up

’till the break of

dawn…

…just another of your

helpless

pawns

fore light cannot shine

on curtains drawn.

Though you,

Strive in the darkness

You live to feed on,

the weak-willed

the “cheap-to-thrill”

with a knockout punch

and legs straddled cowgirl

you’ll roll the lifeless body

down a rocky hill

*splash*

another victim of a siren’s will.

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