How wonderful it would be for you and me
To live disillusioned and throat deep
In the idea that I ever would be...
Something other than what you know I seek.
Love used ferociously loosely...
Addicted to ideas of what could be:
Pleasure and pain for me are interchangeably
Used and misused like I am.
The stars and Cupid's fable in your eyes...
However I am nothing but the duke of the damned.
Thus hear I, the fools in deafening love cries.
For this I weep...
And then I peek
Another glimpse of the lustful man.
In greed he mounts and seeds
My earth gifted to him in need
Of the misplaced love in deeds
Left wasted and unturned in the reeds;
The unsewn earth aches and bleeds...
Panting and foaming he leaves
With me emptiness more black than the seas.
Customarily abandoned on my knees;
The climax of fate misfortold.
No better than anyone else, this I know
For I invite the lustful man in my home
Welcomed with open legs and a bone
To be buried alongside my dead-star soul.
To feed the famished black hole
Paradoxically insane yet lo,
Battered and bruised I stand even so...
If only for the hope at another go
To ensure my tale is not left untold.