Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

...the silence escaped my sweet Lullabies...

Sunday, October 19, 2008

You..my Ruin




Past the unclosed door,
Swift, there you stand,
And I, a lustful whore,
Love you beyond grand.

A cocktail of Hells word,
They linger in our mind,
Forget escape, the spills herd,
Once harsh but now kind.

I hate you and I love you,
But I especially hate you.
Peaceful dare, the only clue,
Why you are so addicting too.