Feigned Devotion

ah, love, the lies thou speaketh now tell tales upon thy character of darkness hidden ’neath green eyes and evil dripping from thy tongue lay not beside me evermore and proffer warmth of wanton flesh which kens not truth of any sort yet holds my soul as it were bound from out this bed of dreary dream and recollections far too sweet oh, that the reaper, grim and cold might whisk away this saddened wretch to ride the waves of joyful bliss upon some fiery comet’s tail there cross ten thousand galaxies far, far beyond thy fearful grasp annul thee now thy sweet charade the horrid truth of mirthless soul entangled legs and arms belie thy body’s feigned devotion here