Bed of repulsion and treason - The House of the Blackened BoyA Poem by Thomas HudsonI went too far. Or did I? Why did I copulate his dream and expectations? Welcome to the Blackened Boy's house.
A simple invite.
Nothing more than a silly girl's drunk desire. How could I be this foolish? How did I end up laying next to this w***e of sin? Driven by desires so lustful I cannot enslave them by words. My intoxicated instincts ordering me towards the objective. But no, how could I complete this task of immorality? I simply can't, I mortal man, I am no Dionysus. Seeking the sanatorium from my fornicating demons. Sleep, my state of mind beckons relieve. But how could any mortal man resist he touch of grace and lust? I am forever stroke. I disgrace her pure body with my hedonistic agenda. She whispers for more. She cannot be depleted of sin. The poison of lust has conquered her reason and will. Her desire overtakes me. There is no turning back now. My passion erupts as I rupture her innocence. But I cower. I cannot do this. But yet I continue to desecrate the Temple of Purity. But I hear the curses. I have broken loyalty in my brother's bed. I repent. What have I done? Post Coitum Omne Animal Triste Est. I Paris have taken the Helene of Sparta. Her innocence is protected by the poison that conquered her mind. I will burn in hell for my fornicating sins because of this w***e. Seeking solitude in my sleep, I am swallowed by my inner apollyon, while screaming in repugnance: Mea Culpa!
© 2012 Thomas HudsonAuthor's Note
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