Vast underworld of lust

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The vast emptiness

of a muddled mind,

fractured beyond

the splintered remnants

of the devil kiss…

…where now are the¬†fireflies

that once had enlightened

my soul to celestial skies.

For all about me lays the

vast wastelands of the underworld,

the river Styx whispers to

me at nights promise as

slumber pulls me under,

I am fallen,

the broken remains of

belief swimming

now in Stygian darkness

 

drowning my sins in lust

suffocating my love in desire

saving myself from the

mundane wishes of

the blind.

 

Karen Hayward ©2018