Faux Pas

In the wake of distasteful anguish Fearlessly she saunters into vacuity Forsaking me in the shadow of faux pas As she nullifies my plead for redemption As the tears gradually cascade upon my cheeks They mirror that mark of quarantine in which She sadistically stained my paper heart with revenge Not giving one third of a damn as to how I felt Chase after her I would have only I'm afraid that The trails of her trench coat will slap me in the kiss Of the rancorous bite of the breeze that dawns in her wake My heart couldn't dare to bear the torture that would arise Forgive me for this turbulent experience has now driven me To bathe in the deathly grasp of the gallows, my new lover My final goodbyes live in the blood stains that blatantly occupy The suicide note that your vanity so rapaciously conceived By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)