How residential is nowhere,
That welcomes me every time,
I get lost in the  woods of familiarity,
Oh! that putrid reek of loneliness,
Beaconing the masquerading wolves,
To the lovelorn heart of mine.

I tore away my skin and bared my soul,
She averted her eyes and lent me a garb,
A lengthy shroud of nonsensical propriety,
Oh! The pain of deceit numbing my soul,
My eyes and her eyes met aloud across,
While I received the garb after a silent pause.

She pierced my heart with crimson love,
As red as the angst of the abandoned sky,
Spilling ichor sizzling with my longing,
Oh! that silent crack I felt in my heart,
Crimson shards bleached with despair,
Michelangelo saw; his chisel mourned my loss.

Flaps of leathery wings tried to lift,
Tearing at the touch of a hopeful breeze,
Afraid of exhilaration resulting in fall,
Oh! That scary height of shameful fear,
Teetered like the  Italian tower,
All talked tall, non-heed to my call.

Falling like a star tired of clutching,
At the unreliable, holdless sky,
An unworshipped angel morphed wayward,
Oh! That slow simmering wrath,
Evaporating tears, leaving a haline path.
Thrusting needles of betrayal on skin.

The mistake of seeking warmth,
In conniving cold-blooded hearts,
Contorted misery wedging voids,
Oh! that sickening crunch of my love,
I felt in every bone boiled in acrid hate,
I roared in pain; she cried in silent vain.

The obsidian tinge of her memories,
Crystallised into a circlet of shards,
I stood under the lava of resentment,
Oh! That singing smell of humanity,
My soul left- in fear through the pores,
I wallowed in heaven and now am crowned in hell.