You first tried lust, that were backed with lies,
Then you thought, to create ties,
Then I thought, I was your prize,
You then bore in, to colonise,
I let you in, and your demons tried,
To inseminate these walls, where your they now preside,
With your armaments, eroticised,
You left a vessel, that would have rather died.
Yet hope sprung well, and hope broke through,
To create a future, without you.