| Blood Roses......... |
| Reigning seas It takes a certain breed, to know what I need - In my mind this is my matter so I bide time with you, in seeds I will scatter. Faraway in the distance, I will meet , mother natures resistance - Drought and time, will pass me by; The sun will, burn the plains, the sea returns to sky. Ashes afloat, on the breeze, as humans spread, their destructive disease. |
| Satisfy you The dark edge, photolysised to extents, it wont return. This wont be diminished - in my box. I hide in the walls, no corners exist, there is no refuge- no me. The truth is varnished, wipe clean, untraceable. Out of use. The ink is borrowed, the colour blue - while I scream red, satisfy you. To satisfy you. |
| "The tears we cry, as life concludes, burns our faces, acidic to the taste, hurts our mothers, who first cursed, our fates." |
| To acceptance I have a dream for you, My sweetness divine, to live a life of happiness - hopeful and kind. Never could I offer, the sweetness you deserve, the love that lingers - fears me, so long for you, I've yearned. For you - I wish I was well, That the darkness never opened, Nor that I took that step and fell. Distance can be cruel, there are corners - where light does not show. I close my eyes - and say with a kiss, I promise - to never let go. |
| Put Down My blood pouring over, your highly polished wooden floors, the razors on my skin - making love at all hours. The naked flame in the garden, giving incense to all the sin. The dust lying on the railways - are the ashes of my soul, smouldering smoke within. The knife in your right hand, the grin that on your darkened face - the carvings upon my shoulder blades, invisible scars that cant be erased. The lies that drip from your mouth, like teardrops from the sky, the constant putdowns you shout - as rainfall tumbles from my eyes. The hourglass has now broken, no sand left in its face. The heat from coals you live in, melted its grainy heart - which cannot be replaced. I need a glass blower, who can give me that extra time. The patience and the comfort, till the end of my vivid rhymes. |
| My Scar Not just imprinted on my skin, the pain I cannot express, the pain that droughts my eyes - Not daring to look as I undress. My pale pathetic body, encased in a skin that is worn. Ripped and sewn so many times, places which are now disfigured - twisted, stressed and torn. I am constantly on the mend, constantly fighting my mind, forever exceeding my limits - with cruel thoughts and gestures unkind. I dream of the day that I feel - skin of smooth silk and cream, where I cannot see any scars and are not haunted by the words - I have not cut today - so far. |
| Simplicity No questions for you today, only questions for myself, a life made by mistake, an illusion, a fickle dream, a cruel blow to me, a calling of worth, will always remain, unanswered - always the same. Who am I, in this life, to question my mind, when I dont exist, I cant consume, the love that lives, in my heart, forever in despair, never content, never anything, just here, in oblivion, breathing air. |
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