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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