Addy's Iniquity

Dear Diary;   
I used to write you poetry   
About love, and the loss of   
Now all I have is indecency   
Shame and vulgarity   
Please guide me and   
Give me some clarity   
The last thing I want is   
Is your pity or charity---   
    
And then there she was;   
I met her on the streets   
I followed her to the A-Train   
And obediently took a seat   
    
Addy you're all I need   
To ignore the photo in my locket   
You're always there for me   
Leaving sunshine in my pockets   
    
Each line that seems to stop time   
Aching for that ethereal foil   
Breathless anticipation grips my spine   
And surges to life like a Tesla Coil   
    
It steers my ascension   
From this vorpal rabbit hole   
Sin, sex, salvation, motivation   
No other goal, but to roam and roll   
    
Good secrets never last   
And it's starting to show   
Personal devils play xylophone melodies   
On my fragile rib bones   
    
All he sees now is emotionless emaciation   
All I feel now is hate for my own creation