Disturbed romantics

Realising my true sin led me to remove my lungs from my chest. 

My tears are painted on my soul since I have noticed that I am the worst of humans in matters of love. 

I am of the bizarre and disturbed romantics, those who speak of the darkness in the left point under your heart. I of the sinister kind that is with desperate and demonised hands.

There is one heartbeat in my house and it is loneliness what drives my movements. 

I am without apology to any God, I have the simple the fact of living with it.

T.A.