Weeping in vengeance

Tonight I am gullible.
Take from me whatever you like
And leave me empty!

For the sins,
There needs to be space
From tomorrow...

Long, tumultuous;
Is the journey on barren virtues.
Admire

Oh Love! If you can't
And give me some warmth,
Grant me a little moist...

In which to dip my eyes
And pretend to cry
For the passing night.

The bright, brazen sun
Of the morrow
Will bend a little more,

For the burden
Of the lush, green evils
Is more to account for.