that my senses may be cloyed

every word, an

heir to regret.

thorny needles,

brought to my bed.

set a clock,

to embrace your flame.

a mired firmament,

I cannot feign.

my new order betwixt 

mislaid dreams.

downshifted upon

hell's third circle

I weep in damnation,

pleading for reprieve.

undeserving I bow,

embracing your relief.

your fervent thrall,

praying to thine void.

I ask for thy bidding,

that my senses may be cloyed.