Crazy I was..
or so you presumed
my destroyed psyche
kept you amused
oh succubus…..
.
.
Why am I the sinner,
if the rose, which bloomed
inside my heart
ended up poisoning you..
have you ever seen
the doing of the thorns?
.
.
The voices which surfaced
from the hell I was in
and whispered
around your carnival
could you differentiate them
from drums and horns?
.
.
You sure won
and quenched you bloodlust
When I gambled
with feelings on the line,
and my life astray…
.
.
The bliss of fumes
you savored only,
but the cigarette was
burnt out,
and lost in an ash tray……
.
Inspired by Nymphetamine (Overdose – Cradle of Filth)
~Leo
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