Deadlier then sin is the fatality of the heart.

Deep within the memories of our innocence,
Were you labelled among the many malcontents,
A mere reflection in the mirror was your love,
Reversed with no light spilling from above,
Darkened your disease remained blatant,
Dissolving all emotion leaving only hatred,
So began the inevitable fatality of this heart,
Words so cruel easily tearing erant bliss apart,
But oh so capricious was the thought of you,
It served as my church's pew,

Silence all around with fervent prayers of affection,

But so quickly your words with surgical precision began my dissection,

Tales of your pain became known down to the detail,

Fragile your hearts vindictive cries grew stale,

Slowly time grew still the minutes turning to hours,

Heeding the call of the messenger did you lose your powers,

Misery is a companion that may never remain distant,

The emancapation was not painless nor was it instant,

The echoing resonance of a hearts pleas called out in vain,

The very life giving breath filled with the acrid stench of pain,

Only a woman so tempestuous could cause one to be so damaged,

Leaving an empty shell of a man helpless and ravaged,

The wheels of time forever turning,

The fires under rain never remain burning,

So it did come to pass without my mind even knowing,

The abyss would forever continue growing,

The thirst for revenge and solace would soon begin,

Who'd have known this kind of desire would be deadlier then sin,

Shadows passing within the moonlight revealing only the forbidden,

The shadows within daylight keeping the sought hidden,

From dawn 'til dusk does this act remain a violation of trust,

Leaving the entire essence of being to be turned to dust,

Wearily one tells of such pain in tales,

But against the contempt it pales,

This state can soon be named as solitude,

Without even ephemeral hope to alleviate this horrid mood,

So sit thee on a lap child and prepare for the sorrow,

That awaits in the dawn of tomorrow,

Such a fickle hope lay within lust and romance,

But 'tis what comes from taking the chance,

I am within you that feeling so mysterious,

The friend that shall forever leave you delirious,

The very thing you deny and believe,

The only thing that could ever start to relieve,

The misanthropy that constricts you,

In this darkness I await you....