Masochistic Masterpiece

by The Lady of Shalott   Jan 24, 2013


Climb down off your pedestal,
and witness the suffering under your feet.
Hear their wailing and pleading,
watch as they are engulfed by your deceit.
Pain comes in many shades,
I am the Artist, brush in hand.
Let me paint for you an ending,
that even you can understand.
A tapestry of decadence, eaten by decay...
tortured by remembrance of this reticent wordplay.
There's a fevered portrait that I'm creating, only you can decide it's end...
The masochistic masterpiece of a soul without a friend.

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