The taste of pain is bitter tears
Her heart a square, my thoughts are round
In deep, so deep
Allay my fears
Reach out, smash out
My gutter sound,
Create for me an abyss
To drown my slicing cries
What hole is this to torture me
My tired soul yet flies,
His arms are shadows, wrapped around me
Taunting me his laugh,
Emotions comfort and then they flee
Away from his conscious wrath,
A tightly coiled snake up and strikes
Her venomous rage rampant
And poison tipped verbal spikes
Drove straight for my racing heart.
I sighed with pain and resignation,
As I accepted my fate.
Consumed with hate and alienation
I’ve chosen my mate
ALISHA ST. CLAIRE.