Tuesday 27 December 2011

Ill Fated

And the heart of your
once so desired
flesh
no longer feeds my sin.

Even when I bury my mind
into your bosom,
nothing more but a weeping
smile returns
to
my ill fated heart.

And yonder I look
beyond any horizon,
the longing
of your
gentle kiss,

remembering once so young,
we lasted amongst
those weeds
in the morning sun.

For now
I stare
into the bottomless
drink,
the poison inside
returning.

If only I had not
been sustained
by those who thought
what was right
would lead
my life astray.

Because everything now
with its wealth of
obscurity, is
shadowed by those
feelings
and
darkened
by those stains.

Return once again,
if only in a dream
and remorse will swallow
all the pain
away.

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