When peering into the darkness when it calls on to thee, I will see not the need in her touch she placed upon me.
This shroud that’s concealing wants denied, this burdens placed upon my heart by my burning pride.
Yes! this nectar dripping tryst within your lustful drenching bliss, still I hear those cries in your past lies before we kiss.
This soul I must be damned! cold from your plan, the seizing of love just one of many! this life you’ve denied you shouldn’t have any.
Now standing defiant before shame’s conversion, I will concede the hostility in your passions perversions.
No! there will be morally miserable memories of you, still this draining of love is my point of view, leaving the shell of my corpse turning blue.