The Rabid Dog

The Rabid Dog

22 October 2012

Rabid chic was my style,

my shoulders heavy with guilt,

My smiles pleated with unnerving comfort.

A fickle boy at all hours,

Coercing you to submit.

Addicted to arrogance all the while,

Soldering every mistake with transference causing you to wilt.

A sick boy sickening a flower,

Keeping you around right before you quit.

All the deception and deceit

And my constant plea of innocence,

Enough to make anyone break.

A nightmare too true,

Toward which now we stare enthralled:

A single wild lotus cursed in swamp afflicted by all my locusts.

But I beguiled and I entranced,

I defiled yet enhanced

Your resilience to my charm.

But no end.

Matchless debauchery and pristine perversion

No end, save for warm interludes midst

Taking every glimmer in your bright eyes

All because I, me, I, me, I

came upon a whore once

Causing me to lie.

Alas, ennui

And the nightmare all the more lucid,

My behavior all the more putrid,

Because I defended it was you.

But you learned to stop asking questions.

An empty head, you finally found a cure.

Enough to convince me to stop my allure.

So I let you go, I set you free

Before you were completely hollow,

And for that you should thank me;

For being safe from my visceral quality.

David González Valles