Transparent truths wrapped in vile angst;
a retrograde of false beliefs.
I can't believe I fell for your lies,
one petty mistake after the other.
Everyday left silhouetted against grim walls,
cracking ill against forsaken binds
and tearing 'way our "loveless hopes".
Through burbon street blues and amethyst eyes,
masquerading as mime puppeteers,
a transgression took place and unfolded
into this loathing - evoked.
Broken memoirs of your lies
burn bright against pewter skies
and in sunburst twilights, this anger emerges -
through burbon street blues.
Author notes
I'm not even sure where this came from but here it is. Enjoy.
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Comments
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Kris this is rather interesting and a great take on the given prompt too! thanks for entering and good luck!
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prompt: burbon street blues
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I tried
Enjoy 
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