And So It Goes...
Crypt of my Soul ~
Always to Know ~
Demonic feelings of Olde~
Like masturbation of thy spirit~
'Tis not the chosen It~
No need to fear It...
A fantasy; unbeknownst to me~
A virgin to the spiritual reality~
At once I felt I must Scream~
As painful tears flow down my cheeks~
my tenacious being longs to speak...
For I am Not one to be Meek
Putrid are the thoughts Lost;
at tremendous cost~
Early summer 'tis covered in frost...
Like a ghost that cannot go on~
to the next dimension.
A mere Pawn~
Sacrificed to the earliest of Dawns...
And so it goes...