Dec
31

i spoke his name
a dozen times too many
in horror i see evil
essence of a man
who cherishes heaven of pain
tears in eyes and sleepless nights
oceans of men broken by time
in other lives where evil lies
in truth with a broken tune
a numbness brought on by a crescent moon
two air signs in drift with shadows of ceiling fans
and his hands choked 
the lips of love
twisted by lips of lust
rips and cuts in depth with hues
soldered with memories of abuse
by men we are seduced
in temporary junctions
where love is lost with expiry 
as time drifts we expect
good things end
bad things we reminisce
because bliss kisses the lips of death
minds relapse 
moments transcend
and emotions mix
the evil of our past