GEORGEViLLE

Coy me now baby, be cagey not lady, lie with me slyboots! befuddle me not anymore Irrefutable it is,that you charmingly seise me, gnaw at my heart, exorticate this cold furry and shroud me in anxious grief My candid plea,my bawdy one Forment not chaotic trouble,breed spontaneity take all my souls but Kill not my poor sentient self By George W Kiwanuka

Don’t look at my face I abhor being in this place dread that it’s not a mere phase Jailed in this maze I cry for freedom…escape Hesitating though  at the thought of the cost Lust and tempting kisses chain me here so wrong yet so addictive  Doom impends over my head claws of death reaching out to clasp me Marked by my own…like Iscariot’s kiss of death Quivering and quickening at every sound and bark I lament of my ghosts and demons They that day after day cast nets To tear and drown me The skulls in my closet anchor me down  like a weight tied to a drowning man’s limbs My feet are slow, knees and limbs numb My lungs ache, defeat is calling Demise’s dark veil flying towards a doomed me Pity and despise from all the sadist witnesses I give in to futility and accept reality The Inevitable  End      George W Kiwanuka      @Georgewkiwanuka