-Destine was a disperse.
-But temporarily I was visually impaired.
-Nightly activities tainted & painted.
-Camouflaged passion.
-So I squint.
-Focus in on the sins of flesh.
-Tunnel vision blocked out the fallen glory of amore.
-What was formally known as a divine dual apex.
-Now feels like selfish satisfaction.
-Coupled with a pseudo pinnacle.
-Sounds of desire.
-Brings a sorrowful exhale.
-Love leaves the lungs.
-To be certain that this has transformed into love lost.
-I egotistically I embark on another round.
-The voice that controls my heart mutters.
-"Don't you feel like your raping me?'
-The disperse has arrived