The Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl (My Poetry Collection)

Inamorato

~ Inamorato ~

Feeble creature,

Wicked being,

Morphine is the blood that sustains your battered heart to beat!

You mutter your incantations to bewitch those you cannot fool,

Your the heckler of the night,

Mocker of the weak,

To what extent will you presume to feed from my sinfully enchanted soul?

I desperately yearn to gouge your golden eyes from your manipulative face and replace them with those of a hungry cobra so never to deceive again!

From the darkest pit of Hell you have emerged,

To walk in the light of day,

And promise forgiving love.

You are a liar!

A deceiver!

A filthy apparition!

Translucent skin,

chilling touch,

Do you only dream for evil?

Do thee even solidly exist?

Or am I fixated in a lover's dream?

An ill-fated coma perhaps?

Does this useless broken heart of mine have any reason to continue this burden of a life?

Why do I so joyously hunger to surrender to your sinful ways?

And lay in your murderous arms?

Oh, How easy all would be,

To surrender to temptation!

I ban you heart!

To ever beat a regretful tune again!

I ban you Conscience,

To never cause deserved guilt!

A life self chosen,

With my damned inamorato,

Side by side we will burn,

Shared heart in hand,

Singed lips on singed lips.

Forced to endure an eternity of suffering,

All we have is each other,

All we have is together.