I craved for my own demise.

Knowing the man for I have chosen

The griffin and his playmate

My thirst for love wasn't his to sate

His heart cold ,relentless

His touches ,senseless

I might have fought my faith in hell.

Made our purity sacred as well.

May my heart vanish away

from his own repulsive display

Your touches are painful

But no regret confirmed.

And you trust unreliable.

Your devotion is cold

And this might have confirmed

Your love is undeniable

My crave for my own despair.

Nothing could have stopped

The murderously attempt, then and there

Love was never mine to feel.

Time and patience

Was the only way

for me to heal.

But time was brutal

And patience under request.

How great are the odds

of being solidly obsessed.