Binding Darkness

Crave for my soul as a bleeding supper,
stare into my eyes for your hearts will mutter,
"Soul is weak, obsolete, yielding to flutter;
it is only my duty to breathe in and suffer."

Such poetry will never not bathe you in sin,
how can you exclude me from your malignant win?
Sinner's paradise welcome you with wide open arms,
after you trampled the seeds of sorrow
in my blazing farms.

Bind me and my rights to your brazen fissured face,
serenity will find you once you surrendered that mace.
Why am I bound by an animal of slower pace?
Simply because I could not withstand
humiliation and disgrace.

Dead angels reigned your spirit without facing intensity;
and you yielded to its grasp so hastily, so willingly.
Now you may take pride by binding me in darkness,
but darkness takes no sides, just ecstasy in shallowness;
and the depth of your heart will not last much longer,
it is only human to commit sin and ponder,
"Will I be executed by a wallowing smother?"

My malevolent shell emits its light no more,
for the presence of your aura could cause it to sore.
And wisdom will only seek the purest of pure,
and the one would never be you for sure.