Innuendo

Innuendo

I am...
A bohemian soul
Wandering through
The darkest cavern
 of your muted thoughts
Playfully dancing
To your every desire
To lure you...
into your own death
Like a leprechaun
 waiting to collect your soul

He is...
An abandoned spirit
Walking amongst
the concealed pretension
of worshipping flesh
Where every vile thoughts comes with a
blasphemous hypocrisy
Misleading every soul
Like a ghoul on the lose
Waiting for a chance
 to devour you whole

Together
Two imperfect soul tangled by  their twisted fate
Till the once sweet song
Became a symphony
To their own alabaster grave
Of pride, deceit and pretense

(C)mai4.2.23