S(ex)

S(ex)
 
What once  
had beauty  
with the dawn  
 
has now  
become  
the devil's spawn.
 
What we had  
is buried  
deep,  
 
below  
disgust,  
a burning heap.
 
What I  
treasured  
in my heart,  
 
the depth  
of feeling's  
golden art,  
 
has now  
become  
a broken mast,  
 
a ship  
at sea  
with only past.