Sonnet I

"Sonnet I"

I am fearful, for my past makes me so
To open up my heart, to let you in,
But as strongly as this autumn wind blows
My eyes slowly turn and let conscience sin.

I knew from the start I'd be your captive
Captured in your prison of a smile
Caught in your heavenly web, let me live,
But, please, let me be close to your sick vile.

As the sickness spreads across my last limbs
I take my final breath as I sink
Deeper, closer, to your sweet, dead, pale lips
Through decay, I live, drowning in your ink.

Its a violent love for you and me
But theres no other way I'd rather bleed.