Didn't you see me standing there while you cried? <br />And passed me the red flower from you tiny fingers? <br /> <br />And were you not around when I drew first blood? <br />And you cheered wildly when I yelled victory? <br /> <br />Fallacy-how long will you stare? <br />Keep piercing my conscience with your hideous eyes? <br /> <br />Tiny blue soft eyes, <br />that calleth my torments to totality. <br /> <br />Die Villain! die! <br />Close those starry eyes. <br /> <br />Ah! ! ! shriek! Victim of my own lust. <br />Victim of my own wanting.<br /><br />Wesongah David<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/victim-of-my-own-wanting/
