Sad and Vicious

I try to start,

With the words to stir your heart.

And all I ever find,

Are the delinquencies of my mind.

The plans of sweet death,

Draw themselves to spoken breath.

And the longings of my soul.

Become romances sick and cold.

And don’t ask me why,

I should think others to die.

I have no simple cause,

For this amoral pause.

I try to be kind,

A romantic for all time.

But the plot becomes malicious,

A love turned sad and vicious.

Such is my curse,

Desire turned for the worse.

A fatal aside,

In the meandrings of my mind.

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