A poem.
Liquid crystals cover your soul,
Hiding the whore within the saint.
The sinful angel takes her toll,
Abusing those loyal with evil glee.
I thought her different,
I thought her kind.
Aware of her intent,
Love made me blind.
Abandoned for lust,
I’m doomed to obscurity.
I can feel my heart rust,
Infected by depravity.
Now I stand alone,
Forsaken by hope.
Cradled by my gravestone,
The pain too much to cope.
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