In setting sun and fading moon,
'Neath Jasmine laden frame,
Sweeps in the dreams and ghoulish thoughts
I thought I could refrain.
No special night was this to call
My severed thoughts to play
But naught could stop, nor else be called,
save thoughts of yesterday.
Dark shadows creeping at my door
Whilst 'pon my pillow lay,
The twisted ends of vices past
I sought to keep at bay.
Such demons in the my chamber now,
Such whispers of despair,
That though I smile and hide my pain
Still, ever, linger there.
It is the men I've known, have loved
The saviors and the kin,
Who know my mind, my heart, my soul,
My body from within
Who, whence my mind was aching, full,
Of innocence, not pride,
Did in me stir such lust that they
Did purity divide.
And in this aching ball was held
Such pleasure in the deed
From knowing that a love was held,
And faithfulness agreed.
Others did not touch my skin,
But burned me in my greed
To feel the touch behind those eyes,
To feel those hands concede.
Be it the man, or from my touch,
When reminiscing came,
Such pleasure through this body slew
That heaven spat the shame,
Of a fallen angel, blushing now,
Lost inside lovers kiss
But found repentance in her will
That love was causing this.
And in my mind a story threads
A thousand wants and needs.
And all these thoughts are tainted now -
All worthless, loveless deeds.
A memory can trick the mind to
Thinking it is true
But all these noble pictures here
Your feeble lies construe.
That those happy days and happy times
Your actions thus defy,
Whilst I denied my heart to roam,
Did yours concede to lie.
And so this body panting not with
Lust, but with despair,
Knows the only man I truly loved
Was never truly there.
It is not the thought of endless dreams,
And fates I'll never know,
But the damnation of a memory
That makes my heart bleed so.
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