She sends her mignons to deal her death

With stares of plasma and dragon’s breath.

A holy roller coaster of a woman she sits

Hold tight for the ride. Prepare to submit.

My life has no worth in her ideal existence

Humility ignored, regardless of distance.

Perpetually wrong, inconsiderate of truth

Inconceivable song with unceasing ruth.

As patterns mature and decency detracts

My primordial transgression blurs so abstract.

To the point of confusion when she gasps for air

As she swivels to see me, to find me nowhere.

We’ve traveled so far, but made not a gain

This treadmill survival. This evanescent reign.

Will soon decompose like tension before

That anxious corrosion can rest evermore.