Anathema

Come close to the unfamiliar warmth,

Coy gesture to paralyze

Beloved, covetous stuns the brute with uninvited praise

The troubled times, the tear always-disconnected but forever demanding

Cataclysm, the state is clean

Anathema, the rapture endearing

Occupied opposition,

Modern mayhem in its place

Trust your fear that deception will come in the shape of chivalry

Antidote to this apathy

Initial longing like needles to nerves

Converts into conquered

Kiss it goodbye the beauty's conceit

In this house of suffering

What's been denied is now desired-bound and branded

Deprivation provokes frustration, the copy kill preconceived

Impelled to convert amends from this solitude, recoil victims from travesty

Bound and branded by the crestfallen mark