A Flower Blooms Once More
This flower a beauty,
battered and Hurt,
This Beautiful flower wasn't Destroyed,
she In time strengthened, and bloomed once more.
A kiss only my heart knows.
A soft silken kiss,
Laid upon dying lips,
Breathing your Words into my soul,
As I am breathing out lovely interpretations of love,
Fingers, crawl upon thy flesh,
A burning seed of fateful lust,
A kiss So gentle Only my heart knows its there,
My fingers forever running through raven hair.
The aphotic Depths of this Crimson body,
hold no essence deemed illumination,
Shadow upon shadow fight within this bloody body,
At a loss for such brightness, at a loss for such humanity,
I've been consumed by my demons,
Every granule of light fades as it decends,
falling into the blank slate, that is Crimson.
Loving the same sex
Loving the same sex, So beautiful so right,
Lost in this neverending night,
Lost within my own desires,
she dost bestow a kiss upon lusty lips,
Tongues exploring the neverending reaches of your uncounquered land,
Lost in your Cascading mountains,
Never wanting to be found,
Lost within this cacophony of my lovers sound.
who can this be,
look to crimson so enviously,
smile and grin,
look what you could have been,
Look at crimson now
what do you see?
a crimson mind shackled yet free,
I'm losing it..... realities touch,
I'm going insane, this life is to much,
Forget all this... but memories remain,
I laugh at the humor, that is crimson insane.
If evil could speak,
You'd be its words,
Vile creature you are,
you bend unbendable wills,
You've snapped my thoughts,
with your words of evil.
Your evil speaks,
and cuts me deep,
your words so vile,
you lie a gentle kiss upon my flesh,
then bite my unpenetrable skin,
Your poisons, penetrate,
filling my veins.
like the evil that surges, this venom does to,
finally it reaches my heart,
killing me instantly,
your words like venom,
Spread so violently.
Kill Me Gently (Acrostic)
Kill me with soft words of love
Irritate both fate and death,
Love Crimson, by killing all she is,
Let love be, but hate with all her passions.
Martyr that of thyne heart
Eat away at every scarred part.
Gorge on the feast I have provided
Eat like a king, you shall behead me the same,
Not all can be loved, but your passionate kill shows the most passion,
Toy with me, my death is evident, yet theres no murder
Let me die quickly as to not suffer your passions anymore,
You finally did it, you killed me with your nothings.
The bliss of happiness,
is something I always seem to miss,
Is it beautiful to be happy?
I can see the joys of happiness...
but how can you truly know something exists if you cannot feel it yourself?
Happiness might have tried to enter my heart at some point...
But what was the point where I denied?
Should I have let it in....
Would I have been a differant person?
So many questions arise in this moment,
To see the lives happiness touches,
This final question gets me ever time.....
Why can't happiness Touch the life thats mine.
Not Meant To Be
Thoughts are born,
yet die thereafter,
nothing more satisfying,
than that of solemn touches of death...
a cursed blessing,
A whored Vessel,
no child into bringing,
destroyed and defiled.
Never meant to be,
Left to finish what was started,
Braving the cold,
a womb-less warmth,
lost to life’s virginity,
seconds of breaths,
left it dying,
moments so short,
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As Night Descends
The night descends,
The light mixing dark, together they blend,
Shadows pounce upon the light,
Forever turning daylight, into night.
Shadows toy and play,
They own the night... Now they shall seize the day,
They sit upon the earth, and watch light decay,
Illuminated light fragments,
like dust they float, Then fall away,
I shall sit with these shadows,
and enjoy corrupt fun,
watch the light fall, as the shadows have won.
My family of shadows, humble yet dark,
always living in turmoil, killing the light, fading the last spark.
The light is no more, we've won....
these wrongs can never be undone.