The Darkness of Desire
While life dreams of satisfaction
In muted shades of red and gold
Jaded hearts burst with emotion
And souls are bought and sold
My memories hang in shadows
Like stains on an ancient wall
The silent screams can be heard
As the moon begins to fade and fall
A finger of somber discontent
Jabs at an inflamed archaic pain
Seeking the darkened passion
That once nearly drove me insane
In an everlasting capricious sleep
Deep within the catacombs of my mind
I search in vain for a final peace
To which it seems, I’m blind
How can one possibly desire
That which hurts so much
I pray in the darkness that he never sees
Just how much I crave his touch
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