Her Church Of Her Poisoned Mind Poem by Shaun Cronick

Why do you kiss me oh so deadly,
Why do you kiss if not at all.
Your love is fates highest mountain.
Destined one day to see me fall.

Your heart is a corrupted thing,
Hard as ebony granite and twice as dense,
Your beauty masks inner iniquity,
For my love is blind and makes no sense.

You're the one who makes me suffer,
You're the one whose soul's maligned.
You're the one I forever return to,
For you're the one always on my mind.

Your own black church you nefariously are,
A dark priestess who is one of a kind.
Never expressing or sharing hope or solace.
Always worshipping your poisoned mind.