The Roulette of Artistic Rendition

 

My passion spent upon the ruins of her unadorned flesh,

Eyes willfully burning in the amber conflagration of utmost rage,

Her body the yielding witness to my emotionless onslaught,

Her destruction of that which I deemed innocent, fueling my ignition.

 

I had watched,

I had observed,

I circled,

I am one in vexation.

 

We reflected each other’s morbidity,

We sang the tune of bloodied evolution,

We danced at the sight of destructive retribution,

We created from the mold of our own brutalness,

We now shall complete the contest of our spiraling darkness.

 

She has watched,

She observed,

She circled me,

She is found wanting.

 

Our absence of that flavorless idea of mercy bound emotion,

Our malevolent and insatiable natures shall circle one another,

Our bodies and will soon be at spinning in grim unison,

Our lives cast at utter odds in the gambit for intended supremacy.

 

Her ire will come,

Her life now forfeit,

Her body to be broken,

Her existence ended,

Her body rendered,

Her essence revolving.