on my own
I feel alone
but not as devoid
as when my heart is captured by another.
–
what is beautiful and sought
has become my sacrilege
love and lust
idols I cast away.
–
why does your love
stir a rebellion within?
like a prisoner,
overcome with need to escape
from the promise of our eternity.
–
a scarred and marred heart
jaded beyond belief
the dilution of my love
beyond purification
worthy of withering.
Tides of the Enigma 