Spindles.

An unchartered territory,

And a drop of your blood;

I taste freedom.

I feel human,

Enough to get me burned.



Prosaic falsehoods,

Pinned down to deceive.

You, have been warned.



Undaunted, you have become;

As the sky turns into the blackest of black.



Ripples of doubt,

Battling with steels of faith.

A perplexing dilemma,

An impending abomination;

Leaving you in remorse.





A distinct sound,

Calling out for redemption;

Here comes the end;



Of an unfaithful affair.