Let the countless petals on the sheets, be the count of our Lies,
Black or white, today we bleed red.
Here is where we talked of us,
Here in the red bed.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
It hides, soothes, but scares nonetheless
It is what I paint my cages with
Just for an illusion of a possibility of freedom
For a moment forget the manacles' caress.
It is what lies beneath the garb of sanctity
baring us for who we are.
God or no,
Noir-nothingness is where it all began
And end once we char.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
A graceful death,
That's what she always wanted.
No one has to mourn her.
A sound sleep and smooth slide to oblivion
Flesh turned to ashes and strewn to feed the wind,
If that's the only way she could "go places",
So be it.
Surrounded by people
Clambering for just a peak at perfection.
Given her good looks, She was used to attention.
But this does have a quality of a celebrity.
Skirt wrapped around her endless legs,
One feet crossed over the other;
Gloved fingers absently pulling at the pearls at her throat
And her face...
Her face.
Serene in quiet acceptance
Eyelashes fringing her cheeks,
The red lipstick was perfect.
No not perfect, it was angelic.
Who could have thought
A picture of such serenity would have
shattered glass on the mangled car roof for a bier.
This was her leap of faith indeed,
Alas the let it be the final adieu,
The show is over.
Take a bow, Love.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
Lay down the remnants of hope,
He had asked for too much.
The son, now a criminal.
Hush!
No one knows, no one should know,
He would be cured;
I'll cure Him, corner Him,
whip till He bleeds my thoughts
To contract to love her like He would his lover,
A Man is to love a Woman!
I know better, I am Nature.
A fine girl She is,
just not raised right.
Isn’t Her dress too short,
Yes, She was asking for it,
Knowing, the animal that I am.
She likes women?
Hush!
No one knows, no one should know,
She would be cured
I'll cure Her, corner Her
**** Her body, soul
cleanse Her with my tar,
For I know better, I am nature;
I "created" Love, as He and She did Blasphemy
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC