Only Whimsy

[sellaredrom]

Luring my hands into wicked claws;

Whimsy is the poison today.
She uses boredom to fan his inner flame.
No chance against her maelstrom of self gratification.

There is nothing more obscene I must agree.
This trying over and over bullshit makes sweet insanity.
It gleefully plays her vile sonnet in my buzzing head.

Battle for her kiss.
Win the war for a smile.
Destroy your family for her caress.
Whore out that last bit of macabre for a reply.

She will feast on his genius.
She brings about the Whimsy.

The ransom in tasting this woman's fears is no laughing matter.