Last Taste (the last piece)

I'm an over glorified image of faults, half truths, and lies.
Embodied with golden ribbon that scars the skin with guilt and shame
grounded by that last shred of resistance that I call originality.
I'm an engagement the flickers violently with lashes of the tongue
with brilliant articulate movement.
Those who were once friends I've buried deep below with daggers to the heart and lies hanging from their backs.
Jealously and self hate envelope me in the warmth of enemies arms
as I smile cautiously at the image of my precarious eyes.
Knowing me is the anticipation of the 7th key rolling over to hit the octave.
Distinct, out of place, but strangely unforgettable.