Enslaved by lust,
For what are you but a weak man?
Many have fallen before you
My mind is a shrine,
My heart a graveyard
Your eyes catch mine,
My prey
Yet, I haven't claimed to be a predator,
A hunter
You seek me,
I cannot comprehend the allure
I am scarred in many places,
You assume I am weak,
A gazelle to a lion,
My eyes maybe gentle,
But I am hard and unyielding,
A wolf in sheep's clothing,
I will destroy you,
You fell into my trap
I sink my claws into your back,
Your neck,
Talons drag across your chest,
Fangs mark your neck,
These are not love bites,
This is a ritual,
But we are not mates
I am no reaper ,
Or debt collector
Yet you will be mine,
Forever
Cursed,
By what could've been
You reached for my rose,
And got caught by my thorns
-h.b
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Questions for a Madman
PoetryPoems I wrote to cope during dark periods of my life are organized in no particular order. Explores adolescence and young adulthood. This is an original work of fiction that may not be reproduced, distributed or transmitted without the express perm...
