Fallen

Once hope is lost, hell breaks loose

Fallen words
in hearts of forests
never make a sound;
Emptiness
as old as moonlight
echoing so loud.

Harvest time
has come once more,
yet all fruits seem so tainted;
Tasteless pois
deserves no voice,
resistance turn more fainted.

A kiss of sin,
sweet and fruit-like,
flows like river wine's -
Oh honesty,
my private w***e,
no need for pickup lines.

Taunting thoughts
under the sheets,
they keep me up at night -
Joy of life,
belief in men,
and all that once was right.