wicked morning

I was born his slave

morning

 i weep 

foolish virgin

speaks of a kind

partings 

that rendered heart

you repeat it

two times more

art

i follow you

deeply

those eyes 

stare

wicked pity

charm of cruelty

enter my existence

hours of 

serious danger

stained
all over
my treasure

all my human task

questioning why

i stroll like a criminal.

Written by: DesireTheVampire
morning leaves a great impact