The distant stare of my cadent fare,
is the restless insanity of my cadent dare.
The resonant nature of my lovers tare;
The ripping force of my bleeding force.
The precarious stance of a Loveless Lovers rant.
All that ever reflects the passion,
The Premonition;
inside my restless hearts vision.
The Refraction of thine own soul.
The void for never filled.
The illusion of illustrious veil.
Captured inside my tale of the daring sail.
A pirate among the endless sea.
Love that was Cast upon my erected mast.
Heart and vision of my plated flask.
The never and forever ending,
sultry passion of the pleading arrow!
The rendered missing of cupids stingy cringe,
Nothing more than the effervescent curse.
Inside a blessing.
Pain and pleasure;
One in the same,
will I ever know the difference so I can know the Same?
Inside my head I never seem to fame the fission of my own fusion;
To stop the blood filled contusion.
The cancer that feeds my soul.
The ration that starves my heart.
Restless inside my Lover’s Dart.
The darkness of that heart, can it ever be blamed.?
To remain inside my verse of the time.
The fancied rhyme of countless canto of plagued visions of my own divine.
To place and hoist the vessel of A Castle hopeless inside the sky.
A Resonant Poise
Never Ceases to Thine own Poison
Neither standing;
Nor kneeling,
Only consuming the part of my Heart!
The Lover’s night that never ceases to Forever Wilt.
Delight in my own spite;
Is my own Divine.
To plead and beg for the forgiveness in the blessed stars to be.
To never ask but always thrive!
To coincide with the nature of selfish endeavor.
The soulless pleasure!
Writing upon my own forsaken wit.
The clever writ of a rite;
In my own hindered sight that I will never give light!
To Thine Own Jealous Lovers Sight.
Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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