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Blindly charmed by your cursed promise,

Foolishly broken by your scarlet kiss.

Afflicted by your poisonous trance,

Prisoner to your passionless dance.

 

Silently aching for your worthless beauty,

Unsatisfied I lay slain and empty.

My purity now less than a shadow,

From your wicked darkness, you claim hallowed.

 

My ignorance now left to decay,

For my devoted fear now I must pay.

Your betrayal of me shown in blood,

It tore from me like a crimson flood.

 

In the night you belong and you thrive,

While for the dawn I long, hoping to survive.

Gluttonous actions, only your enemy,

Yesterday blameless, today you are guilty!

 

I’m locked here, chained to the ceiling,

Where no one will know, or here my screaming.

You abandon me here with your monsters and snakes,

While you stride up and through your twisted gates.

 

Life’s destroyer, I don’t believe its death,

Quite frankly its love that steals our breath.

The thorns of rejection, the tears of neglect,

Are not your only actions you feel and regret.

 

I envy your freedom from sincere emotion,

Watching you in stone faced accusation.

You, keeper of lost souls, much like the reaper,

Woeful innocence you gleefully murder.

 

The moon, a mirror, one clear, and one not. 

Pain bled from my body, drop by slow drop.

This terrible thirst given to one once fair,

Banished for all time, he makes evil his lair. 

 

Unrelenting terror this man has felt,

For one woman, this monsters heart will melt.

I cannot find how, I’ve fallen so deep.

A place in my heart, this monster will keep.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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