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

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