8 months ago. August 10, 2024 at 5:49 PM
I wrapped my arms around a chance to dance,
In the unforseen.
Now I've gone and broken a sacred token,
And I feel the unclean.
Kings crown down, I hate the sound,
Of the jester poking at me.
Circumstance requires recompense,
For what I failed to be.
The tourniquet turned a bit,
And I seem to be losing my pulse.
Truth or dare turned a dead blank stare,
When "I swear" became false.