Tainted Path

Sweet misery, he ignores but me alone.
Attending waits no distance apart from the awaits of death, to breathe their last.
Opposing thoughts at mortal war,
Beauty it once did stand,
then fogged but rest upon none.

Sin of Possesseth Love

Tasking not the devotion thee hold upon,
To honour these images of void.
The defendant that plea deny,
Spoke of thy fair appearance lies.
Devouring timeless limitations,
Art thine composing verse of corruption to this beauty?