Masterpiece Gone Wrong.

Topsey and turvey,
And spinning and shaking,
And falling and trying,
And failing and breaking,
And laughing and crying,
And shrieking and throbbing,
And totally surrendering to the descent.
An incoherent canticle of bittersweet memories,
Tumbling shards of a masterpiece gone wrong.
Tortuous feelings; Regret and relief,
Free and yet shackled,
By the unchangable past.
Martyrdom without a cause,
Just unnecessary hurt, torrid and toxic.
Heart pumping poison through the broken machine,
Bathing in sin, forever cursed as unclean.
The spirits of past hunting the present,
And nothing ever changes,
No reason to repent.