Forbidden, layed out before me, I
Watch and learn and try to lie
My eyes lost in twin moons
Hazel and cherubic, voice of divine tunes
Unable to think, with obsessive single desire
Thoughts set aflame in a passionate fire
From ten thousand miles, wishing for unity
Praying, begging for release from this contested gravity
Pulling on my heart as a finger to strings
Strings discordant, confused at the feelings it brings
Distraught and panicked in knowledge of the absence
The flickering that died, the emptyness since
Oblivious and wanted
With dire disire to be hunted
For sanity, and morality
Relate to me the meaning of actuality
Forces must be broken for this dream
These wishes that are frayed at the seam
What hope is there for a Sinner
Begging to be a Saint, without consent; and wither
Earnest, bleeding, wrong, and waiting
Exhausted from yearning, instantaneously fading
What mad hope could contradict
This, our relation so soon brought to verdict
As seasons draw in, love seems to abstract
Enough for us to someday contract?
No, love stays lost in a throe
This broken soul, shunned in limbo
I'm lost inside this sad prose
Save me, my thorn clad rose
I'm a Sinner, save me, Cherub
Saint, my paragon, sweet love; Paramour, my breath you rob
For what do I wait
In these hours so late
What keeps my dreams from me
Who liberates me from the sea
This water, swallowing and gluttonous
Terrible as your glare, so less dangerous
But woe is me, as I lift one last hand toward the light
But fall, again - no more escape from the night
What starts as a love poem to an Angel, so quant
Degenerates, as do we all- But my sweet, lovely Saint.
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