I frown upon the sins I taste
The scars they leave are blind,
For the grave shall mock upon my fate
Destined to elude its trait.
Your smile perceived with reeked detest
The hate you show is mine
For I believe an abomination
While you aver a birth of another time.
Don’t recite a laugh of mine, loves your heart
For I know thou art no fool;
My hand shall tell tales as I swoon to life
The choice, dismay, was never mine.
And yet you ask to me befool
As I concede, abashed.
Reflect a fright as I speculate my deeds
The Dardan eyes are veiled.
The gay old fool but I’d walk no aisle
With Christ I wage a war
The sacrilege shall cease in vain
Beheld the pain with pretence I shriek.
The silent wail as Satan whispers
The entreat to refute disguise
The irony is I agree
But yet I choose to lie
The devil mars my thoughts
As crimson I ruin the wind
The ones I love do bear the mask
But shall they kiss when it’s relieved from within?