some souls will touch you like gentle raindrops speckled on murky glass,
some souls burst into your life like explosions of blinding stars on fire,
you were one of those who did both

when the vessel passes, the memories of our moments keep you alive,
i am heartbroken that i will never be able to see you again in this realm,
but i am at peace for you wanted to go

rest well, my dear ******
i will miss you
and hold you in my heart
forever

you are mistaken
believing that i write
because you bleed
my words are for my blood
so please leave me be
with my demons & fantasy

you've severed my freedom
for this, the last time
i will never be silenced
for neither a dollar nor a dime

freedom of expression
is my scared right
who are you to fetter and bond
threaten and dare
cut my voice
this is my song
and i wish to sing
the way i like to bleed
where my words are king

why was it necessary
to subvert and undo
the kindness she showed
which arose from a good place?

why is it necessary
to pull your halo over
betrayal of love and trust
now that she's gone?

how am I supposed to distinguish
between your fact and fiction
every word dripped from your lips
an intricate fabrication of intent
every facet you choose to show
shrouded in doubt and heresy
do you even know who you are
among all these pieces you revel in

breathe with me
our ribs rising
and falling
in unison
with the tides of the moon

you cannot resist the pull
the need to posses her
all of flesh and bone
but the corporeal lure
of a goddess of torture
fades silently to the tenor
of her cerebral enchantment

so in love
with the way your heart pulses
viciously
against the penetrating blade
of my luscious tongue

you were the death of me
you are the birth of me
an internal metamorphosis
of irrevocable change

veiled in shroud spindled of deceit
by his venomous heart
spiders lay their eggs

how can it be
that you shiver, so violently
in the silent presence
of an empty vessel

her skin crumbles, fragile against the flaming inferno in her soul

light bringer lucifer
sink below the horizon
treacherous and wild

her lust for chaos and destruction
remains equally consuming
as her lust for creation