Twinned
Posted 23/06/18
Bluffing his way behind enemy lines, promising favours with feelings entwined
Still some resist so he tries to disarm, using what he thinks are his boyish charms
Humour and sarcasm go hand in hand, suddenly he thinks he's in high demand
Retires to his corner and leave them to stew, the heart's oscillations - if he only knew
In times of distress, cursory questions asked, but only, it seems, to retain his scant mask
He frustrates each avenue one kind can see, and then tries to tell her that there is no "we"
Too busy to remove, pointless webs stay in place, most don't consider to simply erase
Continuing on, parasite to their skin, they barely realise what they're letting in
Cerulean, pine and the spectrum between, at least black and white comes out somewhat clean
Plotting a point that to neither conforms, ignoring all protests, he'll try to perform
Everything negative, he presses on, knowing that she's not quite singing his song
Changing his tact to puff up his sails, never considers the chance that he fails
Chaff will confuse most radars, he finds, apathy used only in close confines
Tries to explain beyond reasonable doubt, he barely discerns what it's all about
When questioned with logic, webs crumble to dust, scrambling for answers, lies surface - they must
When he unravels, he may take down some, but those that detach may survive what's to come
Rooms with no light and scant odorous fumes, he calls them his home and will seek to consume
Retain what he can before murderous rage, not understanding this global lit stage
He stalks the room with hope of an ally, one kind he calls, but then fails to rally
Ignored and wounded, he casts his gaze out, scanning the crowd as they start to shout
No eyes meet his as they spy his near doom, his shed a tear in the dust of the room
One kind abandoned and left the arena, he throws his head back, an insane hyena
Knowing his end is before him this day, again he implores friendly one kind to stay
No faint response, only deafening silence, realises now she did not show compliance
His plea for clemency fails on deaf ears, one kind has left and has now disappeared
Realisation now dawns on his horrified face, finally, she has cemented his place
Vengeance is cold and not her conceit, rather will she take the spanner's receipt
The blade looms above and glints cold in the light, and this is his last, fevered, lonely insight