O, the treachery of the mind!
The foolish heart, corrupted
And the haggard, unlucky soul
Whose bonds will not soon be broken
Made a *******
And a scapegoat
And a dupe
By the mischief of the trickster id

Fires of neglected love rekindled
The seeds of that merciless charlatan, hope
Spilled and scattered
Take root and abound at a breakneck pace
In the tenderest fabric of dreams
Yet bear
No
Fruit

Monstrous!
Heavy chains that drag in mud and clay
That will not loose their hold
No matter the struggle of the flesh and the bone
Who wear them
Deserted by reason
Now, bereft of the promise of another
A curse upon her face! her mouth! her body!