Pain of Lust

Release this pain

Take this dagger from thine heart

Confuse thee rain

Make us not so damned apart.



Take this feel

Drown it in thine sorrow

Make thee real

Leave it not for borrow.



Cut thy wrist

Let the blood flow cold

Word you insist

Images of thy unbold.



Make with me

Thee memories for the past

Remeber thee

Then the lust doesn't last.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thanks to Anne for the help on the Old English type of thing.

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