the unholy

the unholy

now take one last glance into the world of lust
with no mirror to reflect and to show the truth
imagine one more chance before a settling rust
judging evil and to select despite a lie of youth
submit to the primal urges or relent to the age
lost amidst wishful thoughts in the pale fantasy
to ignore the slightest surges or lock up a cage
caste the dice draw the lots to measure fallacy
hold back the timid touch the heart that hovers
as the soft soul flutters at the back of the mind
leaning on a limber crutch a hint under covers
wash away clinging clutters of ecstasy to find
walking by a love so slowly entranced in glitter
taking measure of the unholy to taste the bitter