Soul Ties

 Into the dungeon

love being the yoke

held at vice.

Naked thoughts

begging to escape

while worlds collides.

Gagged

to muffle

screams of pleasure

disguised.

Held a prisoner

as toxic imagery

poison the soul.

She was his muse

and he was her slave

thrown around to her attention.

It was the blind of love

binding the heart

to the tempo of her's.

Drunken into believing

soul ties

yet knotted to the stick of pain

protruding grief

to the jungle of joy.

Begging the sun

to let him see

but only availed to the moon's mirage

as his tempered heart

refute to let go of norms.

Yoked by love

a blissful life of pain

lies and deceit

banner-ed to his heart

as she was his muse

and nothing could done about it.