Weaponised Intentions

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.