Notes On love and LustThese are my notesby Dominion-of-Cain
On love and lust:
One is true, and
The other is just.
Love is watching the pianist
Play, admiring at a distance.
Lust is watching the fingers dance,
Mouth watering to offer assistance.
Lust is the demon
In the middle of the night.
Love is the shelter,
The tunnel before the light.
Love is the enemy,
The inhibitor of the soul.
Lust is the freedom,
The bridge above the troll.
Lust is the hated,
That moment of sin.
Love is the saviour,
That we are lost within.
But lust brings joy,
And that fun little spark.
Love brings safety,
And saves broken hearts.
These are my notes
On love and lust
One is true and,
The other is just.
I do not ask,
For one or the other
Just that freedom be free,
And that freedom not smother.
So while where here now,
Decide amongst yourselves,
Which is the true?
And which is the just?
How I AmI am inspired by strangersby Gypsen
And devils in the smoke.
By addictions and addicts
And the stories they tell.
I am inspired by poetry
And Poets long dead.
By ravens and Anabelle Lee
And twisted minds within.
I write little versus,
That worry my friends.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where lovely minds are covers,
To demons dipped in sin.
And lie that I didn't write them.
No, some else did.
No need to worry my untainted friend.
My secrets are secrets of secretive worlds
Where I am the key holder
And that makes me the queen.
I am the Heart of Aces
The Joker I am too.
Of riddled words
And morbid thoughts.
Oh, my friends,
If only you saw.
Then my strangeness would only amuse you,
Instead of confuse you.
I am inspired by our world
And the hell it provokes.
By watchers and doers
And the things we leave broken.
I am inspired by you
And your purity.
By how chaste you are
And quick to blush.