Drowning in this maelstrom you call your "heart"
I'm slowly suffocating and I know this is only the start.
Your invidious stares begin to scorch and burn into my flesh,
these intransigent and extraneous words from your lips oozingly mesh.
With avid precision the imflamation tears through my veins,
burning,undulating through infecting all that remains.
As much as I tried to eschew myself away from you
the insatiable addictive need only turns my emotions anew.
This disease begins to summarily encoil itself around my mind.
With an incendiary nature, new thoughts begin to be refined.
Never in a thousand years did I think I could fall victim again to a repititive curse.
Only if ignorance was bliss I could possibly make this situation perverse.
Repeating such infliction into a woman's heart should be considered a sacrilege, pure, sick defilement.
But its easy to just claim it was an accident.