Rupturing composure becomes malice,
malign growing darkness wrote in sanguine.
Feasting on whispers; flaying the callous,
a bitter oil to start this machine.
Faust to fate- the teasing demon coquette,
reprehensible to the vanity.
Trapped below the bricks of the oubliette,
greed feasting on desire's sanity.
Lo and behold a cage of tarnished coins,
stacking debts; relinquishing the miser.
Consuming fire that boils through the loins,
an infernal contact, none the wiser.
The longer life goes on, stronger the pain,
no more attrition for ill gotten gains.