Ignorant By Default

A Wanted Curse

To have known her,

to have touched her,

to have loved her,

had become a wanted curse.

By her feet I rested

By her feet I died

From her lips dripped honey

From her lips she lied.

In her eyes I saw joy

In her eyes I saw pain

I her heart I found darkness

And no love I could gain.

A fools' game I played,

yet I followed her voice

To blame her, I cannot

for it was my choice...