Peculiar

A rare kind of beauty

The tapes were playing,

as the story unfolded,

exposing a past tale,

of a very peculiar time.

Everything was black & white,

but it wasn't as simple as you think,

there was more than what met the eye,

secrets and evils that you can't comprehend.

One was very religious and safe,

while the other was too carefree,

and although opposites attract,

their beginning was their end.

Even so they created this heaven,

or brief escape from reality,

by getting high of each others vibes,

and lived for the passion that burned.

But when problems came up,

they swept it all under the rug,

You see neither had the courage,

to end the affair that was illicit.

They were blinded by the lust,

the crazy roller coaster that was just,

too good to get out off,

until the fuel ran out of the vehicle.

Neither knew the direction,

nor did they care for such,

so the crumbling was inevitable,

of the shaky tower they hid in.

With the realization that,

for a life to begin, the old one had to end

and no one was willing to sacrifice,

their lives for this madness.

In rage words were said,

to end their mystical tale,

and their memories were erased,

by the pain that clouded their minds.

Hence the fire that once burned,

so bright it could electrify the town,

dimmed down to a darkness,

so deep and sad that they both left to escape.

The end!

#gothicpoetry