Pity

Pity

It’s a hard
Shame
That you feel it
Necessary
To leave
Loved ones
Behind…
Knowing
In your soul
That you have left
Everything that you
Have fought for
You gave up
On a whim
For a
Greedy temptress
That only longs
To taste the
Beat of your
Heart.
She cackles
And controls
The strings of your
Marionette.
A dance that mocks
Us All
Who watch
For fear that your
Last breath
Will condemn
Our Hope
Be careful
Cub
For we might not
Be here
When your strings break
And your descent will
Be watched with great
Hilarity
And we will
sell tickets
to your dying
Agony