Inner Mayhem
Past Hurt pulls at me
and swims endlessly
Inside my sick head
sesspool of evil
struggles in my bed
It's my blood's battle.
Hold close to cherish
He is damn precious
Faceless possession
flawless lust fountain
feels Pain and Passion
gives kisses which stain.
Selfish needs blind truth:
portrays peaceful youth
Ebbed with their deceit
Loneliness leads feet
till it's you I meet
Plans skip woeful beat.
"Right here I will be"
whispers poetry
Wise silence sparing
Forgive my staring
If not for sharing,
Forgive my caring.