The Disowned Calamity

Being to the world,
What the world is to me.
A dysfunctional spirit
A disowned calamity.

Laughing and crying
For I shall come down upon thou
With a wrath that thou shalst never see
With a wrath that thou would never have seen
Whilst you're taken by forbidden pleasure, with amorous sin

Losing myself in your dollops of pity.
Losing myself in your sensual ravines.
Getting no closer to you, just further from myself.

Time and again,
You are my survival
You are my passion
You are my lust
You are my undoing.

I then return to this world
To the slaying of conscience, the sacrifice of virginity
Back to being the dysfunctional spirit, the disowned calamity.