Can love become the chain that binds us to our own ruin?
Angels wept and darkness concealed the moon,
at that brief moment when God could not see.
Demons whispered deceit into my heart,
and with each betrayal they defiled me.
You thought me fooled but my instincts revealed
with each kiss, I felt one more dream you stole.
Your subtle lies caressed my dying heart,
and fear of isolation took control.
The storm swirling around me blinded me
from the perverse satisfaction in pain.
Your foreplay fulfilled me when my heart ached,
and I drowned in the ocean of your chains.
—H, kissed by betrayal and shackled by longing
