The hard hewn door
creepily opens
Rusted hinges emitting long
unoiled moans
The eerie screeching plies on
tortured ears
through the swirling mists and
unshed tears.
The gasping battered lungs
wheeze with pain
shuttering a heart that still
throbs in vain
The gut twisting realities of those
tiny lies
exulting purple steeps in emotions of
lusting sighs
The joyful eves and mornings bliss with
your boy whore
those are just memories I will hold for
ever more
This final slam of my wormwood portal
of pleasure
I tell myself therein is still so much
to treasure
The adulation once given freely is ripped
asunder
Part of me you sought to own and failed
to plunder
The tortuous and greedy clinging vine
growing grapes
shriveled black by the false embraces
more like rapes
I have awakend to a wan fresh light and you've
missed your goal
total ownership of this man childs total mind but
missed my soul.
