The Labyrinth Of A Free Soul

Acrid is the path of life, we all being an alias of our soul.

Analgesic was her smile, how could I even ask for more? 

Aficionado of her moves, I was, the way she flipped her hair, 

Beauty if she was or a curse I swear, 

Innocence in her eyes, was the ale of my night, 

Made me an apostate and alas, humanity wasn’t a crime.