Immoral

Immoral

The ecstasy of pain consumes my very soul,
It's delight seems to fascinate me.
Till I fully rapture to the very core,
Being captured again tragically in the dark.

Torn between the illusions of the past,
Born again in this dark deathly world.
We're deception anticipates to the extreme,
Just to be decapitated into oblivion.

It's very obscure to duel In the dark,
With such evil and wickedness.
You seem very dainty upon appearance,
But inside your cruel and devious.

How cynical to the extreme could you be,
That gracefulness is just a facade.
From decades you've lingered in the dark,
Now your hiding behind a mask?

Withered deteriorating in the darkness,
Because of your own barbarism.
With no one to hear your loud clamors,
Now thats a grave meant for a cynical fool.

By: Mony