That Twisted Mind

The pungent stench of cologne

 Glides slowly to my face

The frosted hand of snow

 Wanted my soul to taste

The black lagoon of orbs

 Tempted my strange curiosity

Taking away all the norms

 The twisted rose garden you call your mind

In it I know I must find

   

   Your slaughtered, repulsive heart

  I studied, and wrote a chart

   How I fought and struggled

  Even when beaten and muzzled

   The small smile of mock

  Turned stomach round and round

   And made warmth out of granite rock

 Now my pitiful strength is bound

   In your distant, satirical embrace

Reviews

[Salar Majak]

( And made warmth out of granite rock)
this line was chilling!, i like how the story goes and the way you wrote it well done

[Chidoriflower]

Thank you for your review!

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Awesome. Poetry is beyond me but this seems pretty good.

[Chidoriflower]

Thanks! :)