Exile


A deep sensation is constructing my body to quiver forevermore.
Ice trickles through my blood stream now.
Sociability can’t reach my psyche now.
The darkness engulfs my reasoning.
A sweet taunting fragrance compels my sense.
A deep seated yearning exhausts my judgment.
Forced to dwell in the shadows of your intellect.
Banished to your damnation within your humanity.
Engraved deeply with your judgment.
Burns afflicted upon my mortal soul.
Forever more in exile within your humanity.

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