Anathema
Beneath the frozen sheet his heart lay,
Eyes as warm as cinnamon of Summer May.
Bottled green iris, reflecting emerald shine
Cracking a smile or two followed by a frowning line.
Ruby rose dusted his freckled visage-
Etching in deep, the bitter image
Of rejection and humiliation,
Demeaning my humble apellation.
Words sweet yet bitter with acrimony,
Pierced through my precious memory.
Venom as attery as an adder-
Haunted my vision exuding a shudder;
Pained was I not, for thy words
Spoke of truths in the most simple ways.
Pained was I most for thy sake-
For thy eyes spoke more than thy tongue spake.
Forgiven are all those that commit mistakes;
But hell hath no fury for those who fake emotions
Veiled behind the facade of immaculate innocence,
Hides a monster with the face of satanic grimace.
An air of frozen guild, rigid
Maketh a heart, stone hard shield;
Guarded by his deceptive illusory
Bewitching my ruptured humility,
Forcing my conscience into splitting shards;
Slowly poisoning my cowering petals,
For he is the renegade that sweetens
The bitter truth life offers,
Drowning me into darkness for eternal
To which lies no escape but permeating to oblivion.
**********NIRVANA**********
