My mental rides
the waves of tides
driven by
a natural born beauty.
Abstract in an ethereal essence,
he holds my senses
in enthrallment
from ground
to surface
A sea
surging in spirit-
lively,
intertwining with mine
These waters
speak
in gentle exertion,
rhythmic-
beckoning
to cover every fiber of my being
His aura illumes
a heavenly glow
nurturing in warmth
whilst he glistens
I can feel..
Like that
of an ocean stirring
He drowns me
and
He awakens me,
Like that
of love
...music
Like that
of poetry
*(I adore..)*
I sink
into his property-
and I'd sink
a thousand times over
For I find
A character
captivating,
A soul
soothing,
A love
healing..
leveled in depths
far beyond
what eyes can see,
minds
could ever
envision,
Much more
than I could ever
imagine...
He moves me.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
The makings-
all man-made illusions
Artificial lights
that imtitate my insides,
and they're hollow
like these ****** holes in my head.
When I die,
I want to stay here.
It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe.
The only place I truly fit.
I belong.
It cradles my existence.
I am property...
*"The ***** of morbid light"*
Wrapped up
in it's blinding,
beautiful energy
I'm the cherry inside of the emptiness.
Contribution to completion.
This is where I thrive...
In dead silence and isolation.
Fueled by adverse thoughts,
I ******
bend
and **** my mind
as my ink tube spits black -
Pure sinister damage.
I lick the pages.
kiss the letters.
and embrace the constant supply.
Call it a soul-sucking abyss if you'd like -
I'm still alive.
Dancing in this inffected nature,
getting drunk on filthiness,
sleeping around with insane company
and waking up with all types of diseases.
But I'm not afraid...
I'm inspired.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC