My Passion
And thus I stand with guilt wrapping me like a cloak
My Manner, My Behavior were wild with disgust
My shock, My Bewildered eyes pushed me across a peice of paper and here shall a sinner scribble her final words...
Her last silent verbs for the words shall be the prophets
It punished my soul, It struck my temple with Devine vengeance. Curse you! You satanic newborn for thee has weakened my shanks!
It ground my bones till i memory i was only left. I confess to every drop of ink my dark treasure.
I have befriended Lust, My lover i have spent my last breath calling upon you ...My true passion ... I have betrayed thee
I scribbled each letter with regret strangling me ,for numb is the least of what i have become.
For the curse raped my pumping blaze ...My dearest blaze why so dim and frail?
Behold across nowhere lurks my heart forlorn... For icy winters gave us a visit after your flight
My beloved I shall deny my fear not
My Dearest I’m Petrified yet shadows and darkness are my power and shall not make me quiver
Not the peaceful flame of wax that makes me a fetus... Nay! Not those I hissed
My Half, I fear the sun...It's murders me
It's the light that turns me to stone
My Passion, I shuddered at the thought of wandering in the fields of Lilly in the spring with a new essence... One I’m not familiar with
Wandering... Alone! With your aroma nowhere to be found
I go mad as the thought of tasting desire with a breeze I’m not familiar with
I have betrayed thee... I lost our token
I was inflicted with pain...injury... cruelness, all to punish my desire
For I forced it to peek out from its borrow and unleash its devil... but in the scene you were not
For the camouflage was victory, as the actors aced their parts
As the director created the most gruesome lie of all time
The audience clapped as the odious lie was a beautiful bride
The play was spectacular
A play i have not survived
For my soul shall soar free calling upon you
My precious secret, my beloved thee.