The darkness of the night lights up with brilliance
I stand in awe, for such beauty before my eyes
'Il tocco dolce della morte', 'The sweet touch of death' invades my form
Beauty beyond comparison, for feelings of such is surreal
Flashing colors zig-zag across the night sky,
making me feel more alive than ever before.
And I inhale the sweet, sweet scent.
Of the coming rain about to fall upon my form
The tingling sensation comes along slowly
Till finally it takes control of all within
Then.. Raindrops begin to fall
Fist slowly, then soon, covering me in all its glory
And I smile, arms held wide, taking all it sends forth
Eyes towards the sky, I watch as the darkness turns to light
Colors brilliantly flashing, turning all into a painting of majestic glory
And slowly I whisper..
'Il tocco dolce della morte'
'The sweet touch of death',, yes.. Has invaded me once more.
© Donna R Tivoli
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
What am I doing?
Ahhh, yes..
Moving towards the land of destruction.
I laugh.
Open another bottle
Pour the golden liquid in the tall glass
Clink..
Ice moves back and forth
I watch as the liquid lovingly caresses the small cubes
Bobbing up and down
Only it's your hands I see,
remember.
Eyes unfocused,
head starting to feel slightly dizzy
I still grin, a smile, like a secret is hidden deep inside there.
Is there?
'Chuckle'
The sound forms and passes through numb lips
Bruised, from the memory of yours
I close my eyes..
'Go away'
I whisper to the silence
But it does no good
For your smell still lingers
In each pore,
it seeps through
Tearing at me
Making me.....
Hard, I bite down on swollen lips.
A promise made
A promise broken
Like me.
You took,
I gave
You loved,
I caved,
right in..
To your majestic charms.
Oh how the mighty has fallen...
What am I doing?
Ahhh, yes..
That's right..
I'm moving towards the land of destruction.
© Donna R Tivoli
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Mind flashing colors
Reds, Blues, yellow
Sounds overpowering
Lights bright, breaking
Through the darkness
Of safe, sanity, sleep.
I inhale, lungs take all in
Gasping, hands reaching out
Into the cob-webs of my very being
Dragging me under its influence
Move to the left, right, middle
Trapped.. No where to go
Nothing to bring me to safety.
Of what lies within..
The mind of insanity.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
He comes to me softly
Like a sweet scent
Remembered, yet distant
Through dusty thoughts,
now slowly unraveling
He brings his form
Lingering, it engulfs
Taking me under his spell
Of null.
Not a sound does he make
Only the distant thunder of his heartbeat,
against mine, does come forth.
Entwined, together
Tightly, tangled into simple artistry
Of different color, hues so bright
That eyes go blind
I savor all, willingly.
Oh the feeling's all bring
The sweet, sweet, surrender
Of never-never land.
I arch my form closer
His touch, searing through veins of raw
Open, upon sheets of blood red
Trickling slowly like tears
Bare, is the heart
Like a shadow broken
The moment has arrived
And gently I whisper,
Yes......
Oh yes....
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC