Cockroach in my heart
COCKROACH IN MY HEART... There is a scurrying sound of something down from the depth of the dungeon in my heart, pittering-pattering, scattering all around the tunnel... O!A cockroach in my heart? An outcast in a castle, shouldn't i be irritated yet my smitten soul lost in a babel of emotions or may be am absent in my mind, when ever she jive round my heart with a shroud-jacket of red wings... Scavenger of the dark, Am hunted by the spectre of dark-love. How did i let you in? May be am pillock Or may be not...May be am struck In the dirty world of lust. O!Your tartarian presence , No sooner begun than ever will end... inked by A.O.Steph