If she from grace did
fall it was
not dark desire
but fatal flaw
that brought her
to our midst.
Oblivion and Passion Lost
are we.
Within this putrid place
for all to see
our shaded husks,
forgotten schemes,
exploited and abandoned
teens and tots.
Now, claustrophobic dreams
Has she of
getting, using
misery
getting, using
endlessly, each time
sweet vein and blush
of blood envelopes
like a flood
of
death
until
last
breath.