Darkest Desire Masks My Path. Poem by chew cheng yew

There, it is.

the dead body of-

him is finally found.



Whilst I walk towards his body-

with the heart of ravishment no-

more, the enormous red sphere-

of the dusk brings him back from-

the death.



He chocks my neck with his temptational-

bare hands and slams me through the depth-

of alluring abyss.



Now, I'm once again immobilised seeing that-

numbness positions itself as the soul of mine.



'Temptation always tries to reach beings' chests

with no descriptions seeing that the fall of dawn is-

the greatest apex of him.'