A subtle escape
Is this the same countenance I see , or am I wrong ?
O guileful , plotting heart , thou blasted the reason,
A little hard to confess , but it feels like I here belong ,
With all wild sentiments in this blossoming season .
Lustful, snaky eyes longing for moments of weakness
Shown opportunely at a place so desolate and solitary
From the people that sustain my devilish happiness,
Pursued hard since the prime of life so damned fairy .
Thoughts ,sweetly poison’d by a tumultuous aniticipation,
Craft its way into the final shape of a outrageous misdeed,
From whence there is absolutely no puny , feeble dilution,
Neither repentance nor reprobation to falsely mislead .
With this , I flee from the ghostly fraudulent state of mine,
Rashly into the charmful darkness so beloved and divine.