His unholy eyes beckon

On the cold darkest nights
Your unholy eyes beckoned.
Your grasp was tight around me.
So frail,ingenuous young girl
Couldn't fight you on the coldest nights.

With a gesture of a Sovereign
You coaxed and intimidated me.
To your blurring den you dragged me down.
I felt swamped, i drowned.
You had all of me.

Sweet Soft poison spilled into my ears.
Snake eyes tracked me with no fear.
You paralyzed my mind.
You devoured my heart.
To you I was confined.

Still on the darkest nights,
Your unholy eyes resuscitate my fears,
Your noxious smell still lingers.
Your ring scar my finger.
But though my heart is torn asunder,
And i'm assembling shreds of me,
I'm resolved : I shall not surrender.
Your empty sick life i abandoned.

27/10/2006

This is one of the gothic poems ,or what i consider gothic,which I wrote a year ago.When you are vulnerable and fragile,and his unholy eyes beckon,promising healing and pleasure however evanescent,you can't help but surrender.But as you open your eyes through the dark hole you've been dragged to,you hate the days you wasted and decide to abandon this sick sweet addiction.