MacSioul

My love
Were has your smile gone
Hollow and sighing
You will not be
Just talk
No?

Please
Your expressionless mask
Let me see your thought
Rigid and conformed your lips and brow
Hint a quiver and let me cure you

For I know
I have suffered the knowledge
That most incurable lust
You were the only one who could make me
Ignorantly blissfull of everything but you

For the laws,
My mind of morals
Are ready for revolution
So take my hand of trust
And with it unclasp
And I will help you
Before your weight
Plummets me faster

False to pure
I am compelled
Upside down
The world around me
Is in opposite parallel
Good is to kill
And I see every false smile
And breathless
Under the heel of my wrath

For this day
I listened to the voices in my head
Tempted by desire
I fell from the garden path
Into the thorns
And pricked me perverse
My soul
Now deep black
Dwells strong darkly erotic lust of flesh.

This is a dark themed poem, my first