You poke my heart
With spiteful words
My confidence
Retreats to its shell
You may see yourself great
King of all lords
I bet you;
There are more dead kings
And lords in hell

I cannot say to you
There's a speck
In your eyes
But it's mine
You see plain
To point at and
Speak ill of

The tongue you wag
Is coated with lies
For everytime you speak
The world stands still
For everytime you speak
The ocean’s tides
Empty their tanks

For everytime you speak
Those words you let out
Are nothing akin to a prank
For everytime you speak
Dense forests let deserts
Encroach their yards

For everytime you speak
The consequence of your acts
Should put you behind bars

But Obsidian—
Is nothing like you
She doesn't have the tongue
To taste a sacrificial ewe
Nor a vile and
Treacherous mouth
Transcending and true
Are her whispers indeed
A stone so mystic, yet bears
The markings of ancient tales

At mercy's feet a coward came
Revoke the spell that brand me shame
Immortal cloak, With cold embrace
Preserve this soul unlinked from grace

Confess thy struggles says the thought
A thousand deeds undo no drought
To wash thy guilt complete with haste
Anoint with almond, pray no waste

(Urge)
A past repeat, if time recall
Invoking every shameful fall
Controlled by lust, my handy deeds
deny this groin, its pleasure needs

(Thought)
Your reckon day, awaits its fate
To settle heaven's pass at gate
by night, an hour of death will prey
it's waste of time to weep and pray

My heart aches
And my senses fall
For into the Lethe River
I 've sunk
Everytime I pass
I contemplate
Drinking its waters
For the Lethe erases
All memories and pain

Frees you of the past and
All that ails you but I don't
Do you know why?
What would become of
My wife? My children?
They would still be bound
To this place as would I

Maybe one day
We will be free from it
In the world above
That is what I hope for
Happiness - real happiness

And you could have the same
Wish for felicity, and the river
Will show you
Your happiest memory
So that you may feel joy again

I know the pain that grips you
The greater the love,
The greater the sorrow
I have lived it too

Even in my troubled sleep
I'm at war every night
With some metamorphosed
Larva drones

Oh my gush! These miniatures
Are so resilient and
Pesky as hell too
My body should ache
Most certainly
With parts slightly swollen

So much for the overnight
Acupuncture treatment
And blood-******* sessions
But no thanks

Every early sunrise
I drink my herbal coffee black
And had my sound siesta
Mostly in my daytime job

I should replenish
Those deficient ****** plasma
And be ready for war at night
Oh yes! War with
Some tiny female anopheles

Multiple high-pitched
Whining sounds everywhere
That signal the incoming invasion
They have got some plasmodium spies
Running down the length of my veins

I feel like I'm losing the war
I should get stupidity medal honors
For bravely endangering my life
Every night and again

And now!
I'm all hooked up to an IV line
At my ward ceiling of care.

The tower penetrates
the puffy pink
clouds, and the
horizon squirts
sweet rain.
My face gets
sticky.
She is the sky.

In her over-wrapping
Arm embrace
Under the yellow banana moon
My soul finds
Purity and solace
As she puts love
Medicine on my teaspoon
  
Smothered sunset sails
On her warmth
Breathe and cough
As I cast my eyes
Upon her mouthy rove
Frosty and sugary
Her impeccable love
Could coat my inexperienced
Heart twice enough

What an over-extension
Of my true self and being
She is; with a fierce body
And piercing eyes stare
That glitter like those
Little stars; still shimmering
Though from a billion yards
Away but seems so near

She had been cold as ice
For so many years
And could no longer endure
The long boring night
Come near and closer
Stay forever I plead her
So she may see where
My love lies