Fling

I love my life, though full of sights,

red velvet curtains sway,

tied-up just right,

my mom not tight,

enjoying Lairs of darkness stares,

I walk from room to room.

Sat down at booths,

the men were loose,

their hands with ropes they tied.

My ice cream melts,

as I delay,

I just do not want to play.

Behind the wooden cross,

the darkened walls,

in redness falls, my knees in broken fare.

The Lords proclaimed,

not my name, my age is hidden; fright!

Step by farther; hand was harder,

I feel my body split.

I crack, my back, not by choice,

help the girl she breathes.

The witches bow unto the lords,

dominion doth not ring.

It's just another fling.

K.A.P.

6/8/2009