A pawn of my propensity, I’d cling to the sight Of the only windowsill That grants me your light: My lonely hearts fill. But when you look below And see the endless sea Contempt is what you show An innate hatred for me. For freedom is what I rid you To walk this earth again, And though my innocense is true It’s all the same in the end. The hopelessness I feel Materializes into rage For I fail to steal Your love from my cage. So beneath the peaceful moon I garner its passive hate And jealously consume Your also passive fate. *** When my wrath has setteled in, When the clouds part ways: Revealed to me is the sin, The end of your days. Reluctantley I approach the shore, Your body and soul no longer mend. It took this moment I abhor To have you in the end.