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| ~ Wayz ~ Originally created 02/10/02 ~ ~ Site Transfer 05/29/03 ~ ~ Revised 12/18/03 ~ |
| Drawn of Costume and Confusion A painting splashed of blacks and whites The reflection of a mirror not day or night. To choose or deny however the Tarot lands I lose myself in the wine of forgetfulness So much pain a soul must swallow Ceaseless the onslaught - overwhelming The puzzle once completed is minus just one piece. My wishes unfulfilled My passions unenjoyed Redemption I have rejected Relinquished to the void. Now only ashes and scars remain Where a fire once freely burnt From this nightmare sleep I stretch and awake. The message no longer valid The lust so sweet a taste Now later seems stale and sour Nightmare after nightmare Where I always fall. Will there ever be a figure reaching out To steady the ladder that holds me Living in fear of being found alone With open wounds never to heal. Trying to fly on broken wings Only to trip and stumble A heart darkened by betrayal Bleeds cold eternally. The spell once cast assured to last The song once played whilst love was made All things must pass the fatal kiss The sideways glance. And so it goes as bloodbaths do I live in fear of "I Love You" With purpose the Dark Angel reaches for me. I am not crushed by her wings They don't reek of guilt or shame Nor do they force me into blame My soul is mine to keep or forfeit. Insipid in lust I play the game Begging her attention only to change my mind I renounce my thoughts - reject my pain Words burn into my flesh. A slave to her every whim and wish I lay at her feet recomposing endlessly Witnessing her shadow - Imagining she is there Growing weary and weak giving in to fate. Sifting through ashes left by old flames Dipping my fingers in hot wax How brightly the candle flares Snuff out the flame - it frightens me. Seeing only darkness as candles dance Looking over my shoulder and sensing her there My soul naked in her presence Reliving my denial held tightly with blistered fingers. Though rivers of doubt draw me into confusion Yet still she rescues me to dark forces Seeing the future as an enigma Through outstretched fingers still buried in my face. Slumbering once again through reality Awakening only to twisted thoughts Opening any door only to see her standing there No antidote will stay the awakening of her countenance upon me Reaching out only to find falling debris Do not penetrate me so completely my friend. Pale, luxurious black hair, Slender as a blade, white breasts soft and bare I wait impatiently - will she walk through the door. She sees through me with instinct As looking at her thrall Not whore not saint Yet I am compelled to do her bidding. The Dark Angel comes to me To drink freely from my veins Swallow me and I shall follow bound to thee Virtue and reality the twins of destiny Life and love as fleeting as chastity. I expose my throat to her That I may feel her calm Blood and passion suck my veins Heart so strong - soul so weak. My hands grip tightly her head Tease me - devour me - press me hard Her red lips wet against me On my knees in devout slavery. Her Touch so hot - her Charm so icy The movement burns my flesh Praying the heat harms me not Openly giving my flesh and blood. Staying my sexuality - the heat felt inside Thinking not past the next kiss - enraptured By her Red Lips and White Teeth Was it I who put you there? Which one of us is truly Naked Which one of us is Prey? |
| Dark Angel |
| This poem was created about me by Philip Johnson ... aka Eihwaz ... April 2001. Thank you Philip. You will be with me always. See you in Valhalla ... |
| Grateful Acknowledgment: Song is Takla Makan Desert By Kitaro.......Model is Vanessa Twyford, formerly of Vasaria, currently of Tang |