Ashen Beauty

How then must my life
Be lived?Should it be as the trinkets
Of life that adorn me so?
Or shall it be as this friendship
That I despise?

Words of comfort were replaced
By words of anger and hate.
My lips that once held
Innocence were raped by the
Fabrication of your
arrogance.

My eyes were disguised
By the masquerade you
Upheld;
But the jeweled scales fell
to reveal your twisted face.

Once, Oh, sweet honey
Did intoxicate my taste
Has now lingered into waste.
You have wrapped me in silks
Spun from webs of hurt, brokenness,
And betrayal.

Musical chimes once intoned
To my heart’s song
Now has been crushed
By the mockery of your supposed tough.
All you have said or done has
Turned into a sour memory
Of the past.

For you, my friend, have become
Ashes clothed in Beauty.