THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

UnbornBuddha · 10-30-2016, 03:03 PM

She stands at the tip of the balcony
Uttering her existential agony
Consisting of the sins of humanity.
Her lips quiver, as she slips into tragedy
But I catch her
And finally consider her insanity.
I'm tempted to just walk away,
let her sulk away alone all her pain
After all, there's other souls inflamed.
Heaven stalks its prey,
Waiting patiently to cast its fate.
Chuckling at the turn of events
More twisted than Cerberus' heads.
The servant has learn to profess.
Cinderella's puts on her glass slippers
Dancing to eternity's rhythm,
Light footed contrast to her fat sisters.
Adagio for strings, an example of bliss
To momentarily forget pathogenesis exists.
Let the concerto begin,
Ballroom waltz to convert me to a man.
May I have this dance?
Her face lights up with devilish grin.
Moving poetically our intelligent limbs
Thrashing about with no musical sense.
The room lights up as she moves her beautiful hips
End of the night luminous kiss,
The nectarous taste of saliva mixed with gin.
Fall into a rose petal bed and strip her dress
Off and explore her body in depth.
Now I find myself lying beside a dead stripper.
Last night was a blur, but I've never felt better.

10-30-2016, 03:03 PM	#11
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	She stands at the tip of the balcony Uttering her existential agony Consisting of the sins of humanity. Her lips quiver, as she slips into tragedy But I catch her And finally consider her insanity. I'm tempted to just walk away, let her sulk away alone all her pain After all, there's other souls inflamed. Heaven stalks its prey, Waiting patiently to cast its fate. Chuckling at the turn of events More twisted than Cerberus' heads. The servant has learn to profess. Cinderella's puts on her glass slippers Dancing to eternity's rhythm, Light footed contrast to her fat sisters. Adagio for strings, an example of bliss To momentarily forget pathogenesis exists. Let the concerto begin, Ballroom waltz to convert me to a man. May I have this dance? Her face lights up with devilish grin. Moving poetically our intelligent limbs Thrashing about with no musical sense. The room lights up as she moves her beautiful hips End of the night luminous kiss, The nectarous taste of saliva mixed with gin. Fall into a rose petal bed and strip her dress Off and explore her body in depth. Now I find myself lying beside a dead stripper. Last night was a blur, but I've never felt better.