perdition's bed

i remember your voice
as you started to tell me
some things you never wanted to say

from the gentleness emerged your one regret
in that of empathy you lost in the trade

Valentina the warmth of your enravishing torch
is slowly drawing away with each phrase

eviscerated now of all passion
save for the nostalgia in when he would stay

i remember helping you out of his bed
then just holding you as someone to hear

and would offer mortal sympathies
letting you tear - through reports of how he brought you to tears

clemency
in desperation
sympathy
accord
unremorse

separation
congregation
reparation
choices
and trust

after all the disillusion

and bane to _

speak then of tortures invading a solemn state
receiving tossings of crumbs to embrace

would you lie in a filthy man's bed again
were you aware of what you'd face

eviscerated here on this canvas
of all faith that such desire could win

to think of why you distress
and what threatens you next
i am reminded to consider my sin

ever grateful that you found your own repair
and still have tenderness for others to spare

thus revived have you also in kisses wet
acquired empathy/anything enough to compare

in this perditions' bed
you have found your head
may your suffering come to an end

letting bereavement ebb
while reclined to rest
within a moment reserved for dispair

surveying chances to seize any torch aflame

and bring to ashes perdition's lair