Passion's Pride

In the darkness passion's trail glows crimson in a dream

Violent interludes and moon lit serenades become one

In a crumbling world of stone and sand

Iron and rust

Within it all I stand ambivalent

Waiting for magnificent decay that taunts in shadows

Doing a pantomime of its return

Thoughts dancing with you in a dark forest

Ecstasy remaining in memories that haunt and cajole

Hungry for warm flesh and orgasmic screams

In midnight interludes

I crave yesterday's depravity

And things wicked

Yet to come.