My Desire... A tale of dismay

Her heart oft found bruised.
In an age of tyrannous men...
Battered and abused by chilled fists of deception
Malnourished and drawn to bone.



Mauled and gutted devotion, now replaced with regret.
Fill thy life with the element of material
Tis the achievement to fill and rob
Now to succeed and excel at emptiness

A stream of tears led me to you...
"My love"... She calls to me...
Weak and frail she reaches for me...
Her heart revealed as she speaks...

"Stay with me, even in death...
Look upon my face with love merciful...
Free my from this torment of mine..."
My heart shattered by her dismay...

Doth she whisper unto me such bidding.
"I die of ilk far worse than death"
Brushed upon my lips her breath bathed
Winter plum caressed my own

Reply to such gesture at a whim
"My sanity tis not be trusted my love"
Her quivering body drawn to pale in my arms...
Lifelessness be sought from here moment...

And by the heat of such passion
Shall we then scorn your mind
Bury you beneath the rusks you offer
So to chisel away at the dentures of your mind...

Though my teeth be no faux element...
The snare upon my lips desire the cusps of your being...
And thus by my nature
Shall the shadows serve
To dine upon the adulteries of your soul...

And from my impaling eyes...
Shall I offer you a fruit desired
Undeniable by your flesh...
Come to me eve...

Be at peace in mine arms...
My Desire...
Your Demise...
Our love eternal...