Dark Passion

Frustration intertwined with sweet intoxication,

In which the innocence within your blood stream

Turns into passion.

Cooling confusion to substitute depression

And darkened sympathy with which

You fall apart.

Annoying train of thought with which you function,

Sweet despair to fill up your lungs,

And in your presence my thoughts turn to dust

Simple memories, shadows, and ghosts.

As I lose myself inside you

Innocence has lost its way.

A timeless seduction and form of passion,

Your thoughts are your own and not mine...

For if I invade them, there's no turning back,

Patience is an attribute I clearly lack

But as I fill your mind and shatter the line,

Proceed with caution, do not waste my time.

And on your frail cheek I will lay a kiss,

And in your naked palm my soul exposed

For that which lacks ambition

Lacks the time to move,

To try again.

In your still beating heart I'll inject my poison,

In its due time, you will be mine.