My road to perdition had been lined with love,
soft smiles, even softer words,
gentle touches of passion unfurled,
a kiss, a cry, a moan unheard.
Untried innocence that you pretended to be,
your hands shook and your eyes grew dewy,
like a fool I worshiped on your altar of lust,
gave you my heart and my trust,
A penitent man I had never been,
so when they said you were leading me to sin,
I gladly followed.
Now I reside in the circles of Dante's hell,
a damned soul that you did sale
to the devil for your freedom cherished,
I lie on the bones of your lovers who perished...
© Eos
