The Last Waltz

Dance with the macabre.......

 

 

The Last Waltz

 

Seduced I am by the face of vanity and disfigurement, my

jaw shattered from the {BONDAGE}

of our osculation, my

mouth leeched by sharpened tongue exhausted in salutation.

You play my ribs as if I were the

=strings= on your cello,

but these bones crumble as you strum

higher and higher, my

voice and screams you use to orchestrate Death's choir. 

 

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I

ask thee to have mercy on my soul that begs to breathe.

I know your cadaverous mind can see

and hear me, but

instead, you stifle my vitality, ignoring each and every plea.  

 

What provokes you to graze in my dismantled flesh?

Is it the promenade between my stomach and breast, or

do you crave the vigor that hides within 

my open chest?

I waltz with you in servitude and as a willing sacrifice, you

take the lead with every step, twitch,

and pulsating beat.

Catching me as I sway, arching my back, and vertebrae,

bleeding jewel-like rubies, adorning my fears from yesterday.

 

Sweeping me around the tempest void that shadows song.

You devour what is left; I feel no pain......

I feel no wrong.

Author's Note

Artist.......Michael Hussar

Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

Hauntingly seductive, the words play well upon my ear as I read it aloud. Feels like love torn apart and the empty shells, skeletons remain playing to each other still with the devouring love and that power that holds upon the woman. It seems as though the male figure has a sort of power over the female counterpart within this piece and how weak and vulnerable she is to the seductive techniques used by the male figure.

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I
ask thee to have mercy on my soul that begs to breathe.

These lines cause me to imagine an argument between two lovers who constantly seem to quarrel and no matter how much the female in this piece begs for reprieve, none is given ultimately ending with-

You devour what is left; I feel no pain......
I feel no wrong.

in essence succumbing to the fact that he had won, yet inside is strongly convinced of her rightness but no longer willing to argue about it. At least this is how I interpreted the poem. Ultimately its an amazing piece of work, quite amazing in its structure. I have a fascination with dark poetry such as this. Definitely going into my favorites. I had to reread it about five times and enjoyed it more and more with each read :)

[Balance]

By far this is the most interesting piece og art ive red in this site. i just love how you flow with the emotions and ideas like struming ribs like it was the string of a cello gave me gus-bump. Amazing.....Amazing...

[Just Cat]

This sent shivers down my spine! A bit macabre, but I like the dark side! It was darkly seductive to read and a breath of fresh air, as I've not read anything like this in a while.
Great work! :)

[MoriartyMesa]

There are a lot of ways that this could have went, I am thinking you went with a few different ways in one style and setting.

[Lea]

Amazingly well written! I absolutely love the way you wrote this. Great work, well done!

[Octob3r Star]

Haunting... Fine work

[anonymouse]

this shocked me!

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Of course I recognized this poem Muse and fabulous as it is, it did not have the same impact upon me as previously.

However it occured to me it's diabolically readable that perhaps we should expand on its 1000+ views.

[aj Foxley]

hell of a love story.

[Bare trees]

Great writing. This should be studied by writers here. Excellent job.