| Written: NOV 29, 2003 |
A handsome devil is that of the worse kind;
For at least with the vulgar-faced daemons,
They look the part. But alas, beautiful
Hatred births more than evil sordid forms,
Laying down the intellectual ambush;
Gaining bliss from prosperous misdeeds.
By and by glorious sir,
In your never-ending ways
Twisting us into cankerous virgins,
So innocent, prime for our next brutal deflowering.
Basking in our chagrin,
While we burn in your passions.
With distempered love,
I readily sin again,
Kindling your fires;
And body by body,
Broken by deed and time,
You stoke the blaze.
