My Wicked Soul

It's a bittersweet revelation,

Such that the inner being in me,

Will skip and hop to the rhythm of my own war drums,

Will mold your chaos and dignity with the chime of my ankles and wrists to my heart's content.

A sway leaves you breathless,

A roll of my hips leave you heartless,

And by the snap of my finger,

While I call to the abyss within me,

I leave you soulless.