on the three worlds,
lives a cancerous life
in many hearts,
the hearts that are
always simulated by the witty brain
to poison,
to treason,
to spite,
to spit
to add kinks along the lofty paths
of innocent childhood,
sensitive adolescence
and vigorous youth.
With one hood clad
with branded chivalry it kisses-
right on the lips of craving souls
who seldom would understand
its sciolous after effects.
With the other
dark with venomous urges
and vulturish poignance
It lures the days
unto its bed of lust,
It urges the autumn moons
to imbibe an ominous look
that skirts on the edge of
his sacrilegious appetites.