I want you
to lust
after me
I believe
in being
vile and rude
Try to
understand my language
of impure thoughts
Condemned to afterlife
without relieve
from woe
Where is
my foe
of bout and confrontation?
I must be
left alone
with suspicious ideals
That border
on
the extreme
Of my consciousness
borrowing into my mind
destroying my being
Preventing relief
to the
depths of Hades
I'm not an angel
nor a worn object of time
but the untamable beast fighting love
