Viciously pulsing
Oxygen lacking...
She wanted :
to scrape...
Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...
Unsent messages. Forgotten dates.
Lonely nights. Twisted fates...
The poem I have written
is in poetic verse...
My thoughts become;
Acid upon a window pane...
Kiss the lies on the
Empress' lips - she's chasing...
Trailing midnight hours
Obelisks seeking retribution...
A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...
My soul aches deeply
masked by your lies...
Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...
Cajoling you with all my might
to wake amidst the firelight...