Mine Own.

On this betrayed understanding,
Sick, heralding envy,
Worthless aim, trapped in speech,
Longing overcome by desire,
Surrender not, thoughts shall play.

Run away from whipping minds,
Leaving unto chaos wishes dreamt,
Of love and laughter forever,
Until the self denies want,
So trauma lifts causes.

Judge you righteous conscience,
Wants must justify with me,
A human, a mortal, a weakling,
Swathes my being, undefined,
This cold separation, strange to habits.

If madness shall confine,
So shall my pitiful cravings,
The irony of a crimson reason,
Leads a forgotten hope,
Into futile wishing, Please.

To the mighty range of heart,
But singles out a repetitive chord,
Laced with memories shamelessly,
Still the stray will puppets,
All but sad ink.

Ielfphil Raven.