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Feb 2019 · 200
Her scars
Alberto Cornejo Feb 2019
It hurts to laugh; it feels like glass against the heart.
She hides her anguish behind a smile that brings tears to the sun,
Her laughter rings over the skies like a crescendo of despair: reaching out to be saved.

All sense of delight feels like a flicker in time;
Tears become an ocean of doubt.
Walking under the stars at night on black sand
Helps soothe the hurt.
Let it out and weep with the clouds that cry into the sea.

Her scars are hauntingly beautiful;
There's no cure for ailments of the soul.
Sorrow is the flower she keeps with her - always.
A somber reminder to treat her heart with care.
To never let love fill her
with regret and despair again.
Feb 2019 · 222
Somber Delight
Alberto Cornejo Feb 2019
She's the flower that I adore;
The sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to bring the stars above to tears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
Her love is the maelstrom for which I plead.
It's the only sensation my soul needs: for which it screams.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to bring the stars above to tears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.

She's the flower that I adore;
My heart is bleeding for more.
The sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
To love is to hurt but oh it simply feels right.
She is the flower that illuminates the night.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to soothe all of my fears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.
Alberto Cornejo Jan 2019
Aphrodisiac in my veins screams her name;
Sweet princess of the dark,
Loneliness is the kingdom that we share.
Every touch is a wave of pleasure:
Elation found in carnal matrimony.

Aphrodisiac in my veins screams her name;
I can't sleep or eat without her in my mind,
Like lightning struck my heart and reanimated my body the moment I laid eyes on her beauty.
Her love feels like a thousand stars.

Aphrodisiac in my veins screams her name;
I've said goodbye to all my sorrows for now,
If only temporary I'll drown in her arms.
I fell deep and I'm only falling deeper into a dream
Soon these fleeting feelings will fade into memories but she'll always be the one I need.
Jan 2019 · 124
Until the Sun Dies Out
Alberto Cornejo Jan 2019
I'll yearn for your lips until the stars in every Galaxy fade into dust; my heart will ache for yours until the ocean has turned into a mausoleum of sand, my love for you will wilt away: never.
This desire for you will endure a thousand millennia; until the light of the Sun drowns us in a sea of glee: leaving behind only our sorrows in a garden of woe left to wither like a flower wilts when kissed by winter’s cruel lips.

I'll miss you like the moon misses the stars;
Until the sun dies out my love for you will burn like a thousand lights under the kiss of dusk.
Our hearts will bathe in the waters of star-crossed lovers; meant to be drowned in the sea for eternity.
I'll think of you when I close my eyes and speak your name every time I wake, every breath I take
Is a moment shared from a million miles away.

Until the sun dies out my heart will beat for you;
Every star will burn out and to turn to ash before this feeling stops, your eyes are the only light I need in the endless void. Every second spent beside you has been true bliss; I will never stop feeding this fire that has engulfed our hearts in a storm of yearning for one another, until my very last breath I will love you.
Nov 2018 · 373
Black Lights
Alberto Cornejo Nov 2018
You are a flower that blooms in the rain;
Your smile is the medicine to all my pain.
When I hold your hands my heart throbs,
A simple gaze from your hazel eyes
And all my thoughts fade into blind love.

Blacklight butterflies well up deep within;
Heartache and heartbreak lay in wait for
The moment when these feelings we share die
But I simply do not care, so c’mon baby and
Let's pretend this flame will last forever.

Don't be scared of the hurt: oh it feels so good,
Blacklight butterflies fly into the fires of a beautiful tragedy; let's keep on pretending this
Moment will be more than just temporary.
Nothing more than a bittersweet memory.
Nov 2018 · 144
Let love die one last time.
Alberto Cornejo Nov 2018
She is my sacrament;
Sacrilegious bliss brought with every kiss.
All heartache withers in her arms,
My soul is set aflame
whenever she speaks my name.
Lost in the tantalizing gaze of her eyes.

All wounds of the heart and soul
have bled to a final drop;
My body aches for more and more
To be dragged through a garden
of thorns to see her again.

The shadows of loneliness die
Beneath the radiance of our delight;
She is my salvation in a sea of despair.
Love and lust entwine into one:
Vice and virtue join hands in an unholy matrimony.

She is my sacrament:
The light that flickers within the depths of my heart
Too long lost in a labyrinth of pain and suffering.
Alas I found my way into her arms;
My light in a maelstrom of misery,
She is the love I've prayed for all of my life.
Jul 2018 · 1.5k
Black Sparrow
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
Every breath feels like a knife to the chest;
Nobody listens: nobody cares,
Scars on the arms; scars over the heart.
False smiles go on for a thousand miles,
Everything hurts but I go on like a marionette,
Pandemonium reigns over me like a storm.

I can’t stand the white noise inside my head;
Like nails on a chalkboard,
I wanna vanish into the dark side of light.
I want to simply forget:
No more fake friends, no more playing pretend.
I’d like to fade into dust in the arms of a dying sun.

Stuck in a perpetual loop of hopelessness;
Kindness erodes into hate,
Distress eats away at my mind like an insatiable beast.
I want to close my eyes and let it all go;
I wanna break down and shout it all out,
Walls close in on me as I struggle to breathe
Someone reach out and pull me out of this horrible dream.
Listening to Linkin Park
Jul 2018 · 208
Morphine Angel
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
Ever so willing to crawl through
A labyrinth full of thorns for a kiss;
Addicted to love:
Hours feel like seconds in our moments with them.
Nights spent in anguish every minute we’re apart.
Sweet torment; we find ourselves begging for more.

Hiding our fears of drowning in tears;
The thought of our feelings falling apart.
Giving them every ounce of our heart,
Only to be shattered by the one we cherish most:
A crescendo of suffering to soothe our souls.

Pretending the pain will fade away;
We become slaves to a false sense of hope.
Lips taste like heaven:
Oh, baby, this serpentine warmth feels better and better,
If only one last time we give into their arms.
Killing ourselves slowly for our need to feel this dark light
We call Love.
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
Kissing Cyanide
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
We beg to be broken by love,
In hopes of feeling alive for just a moment;
Drunk on the feeling of bliss.
Over and over we touch the fires of lust;
Endlessly descending into heartache:
A bittersweet aphrodisiac.

Every kiss is a scar on the heart,
Every sweet nothing is a beautiful lie.
Oh, how good it feels to hurt:
Ecstasy buries us in a sea of false hope.
Promises made in a state of blind faith;
Unreciprocated feelings left to die in a casket meant for two.

We beg to be broken by love:
A guillotine built for hopeless romantics.
Sent off to Limbo by the patron saint of heartache;
Bleed well and bid blind romance farewell.
Perpetual suicide of the soul:
Holding hands with loneliness until the sun rises again.
Listening to H.I.M.
Jul 2018 · 196
Prayers For Lucifer's Light
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
The Heavens fade to black;
Angels wail as they burn and fall into the sea,
Blood and bones cover the ocean floor;
Watch the empire of Indulgence writhe and bleed,
Let the tears of glee run down your cheeks,
Unholy hymns of victory fill the stormy sky.

Devil’s crown rests upon the severed head of God,
Knights in service bow to me;
The highest angels impaled on stakes for all to see,
Sorrow blooms into delight: a flower of infernal light,
The death of love brought forth this monumental maelstrom.

Compassion ever so pure was torn asunder;
A soul so deeply enamored wept to me to hear its plea,
To bathe those who stole its other half in fires of white;
With its prayers and cries, I lit the night: a triptych
Painted with embers and blood;
When dawn arises all of Heaven will be gone.
Written for the girl I've loved for the past 12 years, a reflection of the anguish I felt when she had to leave when we were 15 years old.
Jul 2018 · 194
Crown of The Sleepless King
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
Every night music plays;
Endless tracks fill my head as my knuckles bleed.
Metal, Punk, Goth, Thrash, etc: concerts all the same.
One night stands or relationships simply end;
When will my time in Limbo end?

Drugs and drinks are my only friends,
Tonight ends with a cigarette in my hand again.
Sleepless nights become the norm as I find a home,
Worn and tired from all this ****
I wear the wings of violent temperament.

This endless cycle is a boon and curse:
Venomous Ambrosia:
Euphoric addiction holding me tight.
I wear this wreath of bones with pride and
Watch over my kingdom from the shadows of night.
Alberto Cornejo Jul 2018
Listen to the voices of the old ones,
Festering disease: madness brings you to your knees.
Sew the strings of lunacy into your limbs;
Become a marionette to their whim.
A plaything willing to commit all atrocities in their name.

Laugh away the pain;
Numb the aching of your bones with debauchery,
Blood and ashes fill your lungs;
War and Death become your only gods.
A puppet of made flesh made to dance the dance of hate:
Steel meets steel on a field of corpses
That feed the blackbirds of despair.

Insatiable hunger for the next victim of your blade;
No longer haunted by the stench of lifeless bodies,
Completely subservient to the voices in your head.
A true crusader born under their sacred rite:
To **** another human being for their righteous cause.

— The End —