Lust

A song of my heart arose suspicion to the arrival of me;
A song verified by a million featureless me's.
A song ran down a sorrowful, yet amazingly merry path;
A song flowed through my words, purified verses in their paths.
A song willingly wallowed in a room which was missing;
A song gracefully, unknowingly leaped and went missing.
A song withered in violence, an endless war and bloodshed;
A song flew away, and when it came, along came bloodshed.
A song with worldly views, a mind so risque it became lust;
A song so innocent when admired; to madmen, it became lust.
A song; false!
A song is made of time.
A song will never belong to ears.
A song will belong to hearts.