Though crying my heart is shinning with shadows close behind
My soul is alive, though screaming with the burning touch of your tender skin pressing against my mind
I am unworthy of your soft caress and your breath upon my lips
This indecent lust, sulking as it should through my veins
Sits fermenting and corroding my heart and soul
I’m drowning in paranoia as it floods my lungs
With moist dew drops of guilt climbing and diving down the colored hills of my façade.
His ignorance wanes, and weakening he watches me basking in my pain
Passionate as I feel, he can’t be there to pull me from my adoration of such rank and noxious fear
With love provoking deaf depression as terror pulses quickly through my veins.
Knave as I am, I can’t let his willing heart go, even through my pity
With my heart against his, I cry as I die.
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Beautifully written great word usage!
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