I am…

I am dark, destitute in my emotion I am queer, a prostitute in my affliction I am chained, a soul with no heart and no dignity I am madness personified, cheating my own morality. I prefer to be hated, tortured and absolutely nothing less I want you to crush me, stab me and be painfully…

My Mind…

My mind is obscure, profoundly impure My heart is tormented, silent, insecure My breathing is challenged with particles of misery Searching desperately… salvation is a mystery Yet, when I am with you …when I am with you, yes when I am with you… My heart sees clarity, with unparalleled purity Your eyes, your smile, your…