Locked behind a crimson dot is a swirl, of mind games
The mind-bending debauchery of treacherous ambitions
She gives a final check to the mind-blowing reflection
The twisted fidelities, manicured with mindful strokes
Hidden surreptitiously lies an orgiastic mindset
As cold fingers play a minder to wrinkled pasts
The heart, a mind reader to her fatal claws
But hapless in it's grip spinning in mindless corners
She ties, her long tresses a cohort, pegging the mind screws
A final swig from the crystal calms her state of mind
Now she trains her mind's eye on the feast laid out that night
Hiding a dagger, in her icy heart
Here comes, the queen of malevolence
Arriving in a hall festooned with corpses.
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Bela
Member Since: 25 Jul, 2015
I hate to be boxed into here and there ; this and that as I keep reshaping my mould. I have no To Be list and I keep rearranging my To Do list. I write under the Butterfly Monologues. My writings are my takeaways from life and...
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