Sheath Of Scorns

Her lips form a sheath with a smirk,
Dangerously risen.
And,
When they part,
Sharp daggers fly,
While my joy is dismissed…

No mercy,
She shows as she gloats over misfortunes my sanity is shadowed by.
Flesh is her food,
And she’ll eat it with as much malice intent needed…

It always took two to tango,
But,
Our music stopped,
While she let my hands go…

Yet,
From a distance,
She notices my worth.
So,
She crawls back into my mind,
Like flashbacks intertwined with current apologies…
No matter how many tears flow,
I couldn’t let the chance for redemption go…