Phantasmagoria

If love is holy,
Made fair and pure.
Then why doubt lingers?
No, I am unsure.
Clouds so dark,
Yet held me familiar.
A kindred fool,
Salvation dull and far.
Do direct me,
I swear to commit.
Liberate the poor soul,
And my heart shall admit.
Tears burn in my humanity,
Do tell this pleading lunatic,

What is left of me?

 

Advertisements

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s