Italian Sonnet

I shall swiftly forget your embrace.
Your kisses used to mean something,
But now your cold lips mean nothing.
Your existence has left my memory without a trace,
And your beauty has morphed into a pale face.
Goodbye, you devil of a being,
The gates of Hell you shall soon be seeing,
And I shall fill this empty space
With earth, and blood, and sweat.
I clean my hands of the muck and the mire
Carrying no sense of regret,
Just the desire to take a drag on my cigarette.
A new love is now my desire,
And my old love I shall forget.