It was goodHeld so close the beats of life are one. It can not be contained any more. Each breath is taken with the most seriousness. Each touch is never forgotten. The love between them is too great for any language. Tvery kiss, whisper, thrust, is more beautiful than life it self. Eyes are deep and full of want. Entangled in her arms, I am whole, Am me. Lost to everything in the world, And in the end nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be familiar, And looking down on the earth she said it was good.It was good
IncandescenceThe radiance from her slips past the windoe sill. Her fingers carress my cold body. I lay there alone, lost, broken, left for myself. Cringing I think about what I've lost. I was loved, now hated forgotten, loathed. When she left, she left me to thrashing hands, hands that tore me apart, leaving me as a pile of filth and decay. Day after day I worked endlessly toward an impossible goal. A goal that if acheived I would be blind to the world. The hands than let lose their grasp and allowed me to drop. Left alone again needing a place to live. Searching daily until I aquire one. &Incandescence
Just Friends?I'm not intrigued with your appearace, It is of no consequence to my soul. Why am I told of your pains, loves, worries? Shall it affect or change any aspect of my life? Pleasure is only desired with love molded within. I don't care if it is differnet for the words to escape your mouth. It does not strike you, it causes you no discomfort. You have no compassion of pain. You go home with a wieght lifted off your shoulders, While I lay awake, eyes bloodshot, with the familar lurch of wetchedness delving at the chest. It is of no matter to me if you become a friend of mine. You seeJust Friends?
AcceptionThe pestilent aroma claims victory of my sense. It slithers it's way out of yester years. The forboding eyes tell a story that falls on tired ears. As the circlets of evil pass over my weary being, I shiver. It's bone clad hands, clasp upon everything so very close. Its presence was felt through every thore and trail. When it fades for its rest, all that is left is dejection. I have been put into that wooden crate before, Its beckongin voice calls out to me at this hour. It reminisces the old sores and gashes, Every moment of remembrance forces my body into the corner. The forcAcception
Have I lost You...?-Have I lost You?-Have I lost You...?
My voice has been taken alive Out of fear of what u might think I dwell alone
Thinking you don’t care I wish so dearly you would
My love for you will not be killed by your absents Everyday I see your face I cry inside
I’m right here waiting for you Why don’t you come to me?
Have I done you harm? Please say no more and stand by my side as we did before Facing this vices world together
It feels like you never cared before, I’m left alone on the ground so cold Will this enigma ever be solved? &nbs
the gospel according to youThe stethoscope picks up a frantic buzzthe gospel according to you
followed by a lethargic throb then again... and again, start and stop filling in the blanks with a hopeful and expectant- “dot dot dot” a kind of primal morse code, a repeating message
your eyes follow your veins until they form- letters... words... sentences... (all scrawled in a desperate cursive)
now we’re getting somewhere
now we’re- last drink... last breath... last call... sedated smiles and manic hands
invisible ink, and a magic eye poster
it’s the gospel according to you
Inevitable AbyssFalling into the inevitable abyss, Dieing away like this.Inevitable Abyss
Crying and bleeding on the inside, Nowhere left to hide.
Feeling every emotion which I once had, Becoming even more cold and sad.
Looking at what you have done to me, I can’t believe I did not see.
Dieing, mourning, sifting away, As I slowly decay.
I see your face, I look at it in disgrace.
You have become the one I hate, To think, you were once my mate.
Leave me alone, I loved you for a reason unknown, Here I am seeking atone, Dieing aw
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