lust and sorrow

A Poem by winter;lyra

Walk me the road of darkness
Hold my hand for I've been blinded by your naivety
Such long roads of lust you walk without knowing a thing
So wrong is the world
Be deceived by the deceived one as HE laughs
Should I feel one tear of sorrow
Should I break from these shackles and give up on you
My lust would not allow
Allow me then, dear child of dust, soon to be corrupted
To desecrate your temple