Schooled in the carnal Arts

She is a vixen,

Emotionally vacant,

Decommissioned,

Debunked like governmental provision,

Her eyes slanted

She couldn't give a shit for chivalry,

Romance is dead,

Affections are as welcomed
 
As cyanide laced air,

Read the epitaph drenched in a bloodbath,

Deafened to your pleases of reprieve,

Numb to your advances,

Letters I wrote,

Accomotose,

Literally denounced,

Your whole narrative,

Disparaging,

As she prances with such Mesmeric motion prowess,


Impatiently waiting for the sun to set,


To take another befuddled victim to bed,

For it is promiscuity not monogamy,

Which is her  modus operandi,



Rose tinted romanticist and sentimentalists

Need not apply,

For you are not exclusive,

But a mere vessel in her tantric transfusion ,

She just wants to fuck,

Unless your emotionally vacant thug,

Bring funds,

You will inherent a bounty of illusionary love,

Through barber wired and Maya,

Even if you sat on celestial clouds,

You won't get any higher,

Honey , she's not that way inclined,

Or wired,

If you can see beyond the satire,

Your eyes the window to a tortured soul,

Begrudgingly I scream,

No one can hear,

Unnerving silence,

My heart you devoured,

Like a manical villianess,

Now it's my self pity,

You encircle incessantly,

A sultry snake charmer,

With indefinite evil karma,

Now I quiver in the realisation,

Yet another mistaken millennial,

Love fool who got schooled,

Elegant egotist,

Ascencensed in the upper echelon,

Of the dark arts,

More concerned with money and Revelon,

Only now I realise it's not the sex,

But my spirit that was slept on,