My body is filled with the poison of lost love,
Cannot purge my system from years of hate,
Infected my view of love no doubt a great fear,
Once my body flowed with passion, care, love,
The evil temptress shot me full of her evil hate,
Poison rotted my desire for a woman to love,
Knowing the fate of rejection, contempt, hate,
Would return shortly after a woman's soft touch,
In deep recesses of my mind I feel purged, free,
The moments in passion with a woman envisioned,
The temptress breaks the fantasy forcing me again,
To drink from her the poison that's her spell on me,
Molding my soul like a lump of clay, my heart a stone,
Forcing her hatred on me, I am convinced I stand alone,
For I brought the wrath of evil down on myself, so I'm told,
Worse than torture, this poison is killing me ever slowly,
Sensuality, passion, eroticism is still there withering away,
My spirit is but a reflection longing to look into the eyes of,
A woman who sees what is left in me, judgment isn't there,
For my faults not withstanding, I would be dead, alive at least,
Trying to free my body of poison my quest that I can't ever lose,
Someone out there can free me of this injection killing my soul,
A warm soft kiss would let the purging begin, filling me with life,
To have my eyes glaze over with passion instead of emptiness,
Her poison worked well for years bringing me to my knees in pain,
Rotting from the inside yet never snuffing out the tiny spark in me,
Killing me would have served her better, even then my spirit flies,
I cannot foresake my soul, I must give it to someone to keep alive,
My relentless quest to win this battle has brought about her defeat,
My strength, the love of a woman I desperately sought, victory is mine,
Gracious in victory, I shall not inflect undue pain as was done unto me,
For at sometime I will inject her as well, with compassion, elixir of life.
