Form: Haiku Sonnet

the judgement of love
devouring trust in its wake
I am not safe here
the glance of his eyes
piercing, stinging like the bees
on a summer’s day
vacated feelings
yield to the descending pain
thoughts suffer in fear
invaded flesh rots
a carcass in the gutter
at least I am free
for echoes of love bring hope
while the nightingale still sings