--By D. Junior L.
meddled between the legs of lust,
Confrontations of lullabies deepened with sovereignty,
A murky obsession,
A withered moment abominable to the fool's vile tongue,
After having no thought for the being of the poor souls,
Who shall say they went to the deep part of hell,
A love partially focusses on the determination of the mind's lies,
Weak!
she screams,
I drowned for you, or is it that those memories,
Those memories have been buried deep,
And so harsh is what it will take to uncover them all,
Let us now gaze upon the metamorphosis of beauty,
No more were you visiting the tree of the Virgo's sensuality,
Perhaps, Love can conquer this vile obsession,
Birthed from a gloomy sky,
Untethered by the strength of my darkness,
Well?
Will you grant me this murky obsession?
I,
Then will go around this dreaded Earth and let it be known,
I have conquered my Fear of my murky obsession indeed,
In my soul that is.
Namaste.
Amen..