My Thornbush Touch

by mookoo   May 18, 2006


Macabre dreams of horror disguise
the fleeting beauty within your eyes
black water of guilt lapping my thoughts
my despair slowly dying, then rots

as the rain hammers down chin and back
dripping like my silent tears of black
drown in my guilt and stain it fiery red
proving your devotion each time youve bled

see me for what I past the childish lies
loathed in filth, to what a cringe derives
but your eyes see past the fierce hate
enveloping me in a kiss to devastate

let pain and rage drip down like rain
cleansing me of my frivolous distain
bring me the happiness you seek
silence by your strength, I am weak

your arms scarred by my thornbush touch
a warm embrace to fears harsh clench
if you are forgiving, my goddess of beauty
youâ??d be ridden, smite me in your duty

but instead your listen to my everything
magnificent as you flutter your wing
all humiliations ache as you are winning
my psyche breaking and lost spinning

make myself anew, renewed by your love
a beautiful spirit, a swooping white dove
altering my future and my eternity
I am destined to your caressing purity...

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