Friday, May 15, 2009

wHO lOVES nOT tO dEATH

'Too few of us arent guilty of murder', lets
look to inward and inquire, how often it is
one that loves kills that which he loves.
Question: in lust isnt pain profound?

A young brides lingering nights subject a
loving man to torture.
The priests haunting revelations taunt/ haunt
the day dreams of the pious.

All too often young love dies before adulthood:
all that remains of it are recurring images of
lonesome nights. Mine was strangled with
lusts re-awakening.

A re-awakening that led to the realization,
'all too often, all that we love should be to death put'