Loves Slave

I built this wet blind cave,
In which to dwell,
Some call it artistic,
I call it burning hell.

It taints my skin,
My minds a race,
My thoughts don’t still,
Stuck in this place.

I wait silently,
In the scratching grass,
For my peace to come,
For this nightmare to pass.

I have felt the claws,
Pain I can’t let others see,
Will this ever pass,
Or last an eternity.

The most beautiful creation,
Bought me to this doom,
The spell of love,
Like a witches broom,

My heart fell darkly deep,
Into loves black ocean,
Kissed by Aphrodite,
Like an evil potion.

I wait for my pain to subside,
Wait in my wet blind cave,
Next time Love visits me,
I shall not become It’s slave.