I long for the potent mistrust
To finally rest
Set a sail by the ghost of lust
At home in it’s nest
It lay dangerous
To pounce on this dust
Killing this lonely man
To take his only land
To cut off his working hand
Castrate his life from his spirit
Send it to hell with a mighty spit
In his head I found hate nor
I find love in the crack or a tore
Of his heart
Split apart
By the love he once felt
For a cheating woman
As she knelt
In the blood drenched den
The smell grows bawdy
As a single dove
Flew over his lifeless body
Who knew love?
She began with a descending tear
Now she knows mistrust leads to fear
