If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
There is no need to seek the
presence of me, for my hands...
Dishonest with every breath you take,
Ever lying in the morning, in bed, awake...
A chilling wind blows through your hair,
You sense someones near...
Dripping, red and true,
Sweet and sticky lust...
The sky rips open as rain falls from its hole
The thunder growls and rumbles your very soul...
Plethora of lies estranged from the insipid stare...
taunting my tender sentiments and our porcelain...
Fairy Tale
Fairy Tale...
My heart bleeds for her,
every drop poisoned in her lust...
( Its not really a poem more like an entry to a...
Sitting in the corner of the room. Music blaring...
I am thunder
With no sound...