Honesty and Depravity
We walked together in places older than dust,
I just thought that I was the only one to remember!
My wicked spirit made wickeder by vague dreams,
Terrors that in the night reminded me I was flawed.
Oh, what a child I was not to see the mountains,
When focusing only on the shores of the lake!
I think of you as all my thoughts fill with lust,
Recollecting things my psyche had dismembered!
I have called for you, in a thousand alien screams,
My heart wrenched as upon it feral desire gnawed.
The shores dried up, along with the fountains,
Yet the place remained, with thirsts to slake!
My soul is weary of the inanity of this world,
Where the sorrows of my youth haunt me coldly!
I have glimpsed others, of more pleasant design,
Realities, in which there exist paths never taken.
No one believes me, that we can create anew,
They hasten to their ends like rabbits hunted!
For them is no salvation, nor gates of pearl,
Life is a night terror, one they envision solidly!
Faiths selling deceit, while pockets they mine,
Making people too blind to ever fully awaken.
Calling a heresy everything that was so true,
They steal hopes as their decency is punted!
Many will not hear me, most will not care,
But I know you would want me to be sincerest!
I will write what I know and speak as I wish,
Recalling the joys, the horrors, and the pains.
I never listened, to the words of silly critics,
My dark honesty will shine, like the moon!
We talked a bit about things as few dare,
I feel like I am remembering a lover, dearest!
I picture you as you were, your soft flesh,
My hands tracing over pleasure's domains.
I am a depraved girl, so perverse and sick,
But when I think about you even I swoon!
In my dreams you touch me until I want to sigh,
Leaving me hungry and thirsty as if I might die!
Until I wake up sweating, only us knowing why.