Pneuma's Bleeding

My pneuma’s bleeding deep inside,
Soul agony I must hide,
Your blade cut to the quick,
I am loosing my wick,
My vitality slowly congealing,
My mind’s still reeling,
From your sinister slice,
That deleterious dice,
Across writhing through my core,
With wickedness exceeding all of lore,
Why show one affection,
When your heart’s direction,
Is in the opposite way,
As starkly opposed as night and day,
But lust’s luster will only fade,
Now that I have tasted remorse’s blade,
I know your tricks,
Your self amusing pricks,
My love may die,
And my affection grow dry,
But never will I surrender to the night,
Or give up this fight,
Against my past pain,
Against wrongs nearly almighty gain,
Against the pernicious tyranny,
Of those who without honor live,
Who take but never give,
Who have no real might,
No strength, no power, no right,
Who abuse in the name of Eros, or passion,
And into monsters fashion,
Others to get there will,
Even going so far as to kill,
The only happiness,
That another would truly miss,
Roasting innocents upon the pyre,
That they might receive their desire.