Plague my Ballerina

When I was younger  
Watching this woman swing
and sway to the rhythm of the better days,  
yesterday felt the same  
and today just gets in the way...  
I swoon the moon
with a swansong of bitter moods,
...always felt It was ending soon
While my lights are flickering and there were always monsters in my room..
 
But I was different then,
diffident little kid,
Then prison came within
Pseudo-God amongst the cattle
that aimlessly drifted in
Those shallow sins begin
surround the bastard kin  
initiate the devices  
that I've been shackled in.
 
Words became drugs,
                   Encourage until satiated
Inebriated on hollow praise
                I built houses from the phrases
 
Walls from the written paragraphs
 Arrogance performed perfectly on stage
Under your nose, a pair of traps,
                  snapping after each utterance
Escape me from deliverance.
 
 
 
 
As
        my
 little
    ballerina-in-the-box's  
health  
           spiraled
 from  
           the  
plagues