Fleeting Depravity
I harbor a wretched fondness for the tangible;
Poisons, plagues, preeminence made viable
So why then, does this complex crumble
As you abdicate your throne so humble
A paragon of virtue, anointed by the heavens
Scorn festers to a point of ravenous defense
The epitome of my benevolent desires
Dost tread amidst the same patronizing pyre.
Lavender pelted by Zephyr’s hallowed breath,
A tinge of poignant hue in this vast domain of death.
This poem is about:
Me