Rancor is Dangerous

His devotion is unproven.

Envision me to liberty,

if you are so kind.

Paranoia is lovely

because she is committed to me.

Innocence becomes obsolete eventually,

just like inventions of promises.

Laden with a chorus of torment

I am craven, and he is courageous.

The cadence of obsession vibrates throughout.

What's more reliable than fear?

Side-swept dreams.

I refused to see him, for who he is

thus, I seldom afforded him visits.

Affect thy parallels of affection,

for they are an exquisite mishap.

Our souls intercepted and followed the tenacious momentum.

Bestowed upon me was his displaced turmoil,

which I consumed, and obsequiously so.

For I am receptive