She is a mystery…
the mystery that never was
a suffocating truth that will make it hard to breathe
you speak with a tongue of curses
you bleed with your eyes open
the end was inevitable;
save me from my myself
from this sea of melancholy
and the quirk of fate that is my being
speak the words that should never be spoken of
it’s a mockery of my existence
a hymn fit for the gods for whom I am but a jester
an elucidation of the proverbial
musings of a deranged man 
mystique is a woman’s curse..
take refuge in the lull of the unknown..
an ingenue she might be
subject to the jester’s whim
mystique is a woman’s curse..
take refuge in the lull of the unknown..
an ingenue she might be
subject to the jester’s whim
a melancholic jester also deserves to hear the silent whispers of a muse (for the gods aren’t worthy.)
:yoshimi