Accursed Posted on November 11, 2013 by vicbriggs 30 What is my bane? An appetite. Temptation. A memory’s creation. Licentious flight or rift. Respite? Turmoil adrift. The footprint of a lust to be. The surrogate of death to me. What is my bane? Let spleen set in its vein… Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...