In the blink of an eye,
everything that was once purely promising,
was lost to its most formidable and unforgiving foe,
change.

She was once a survivor,
now a compromised victim,
her lifeless body laying on the echoing crosswalk,
leaking into a puddle of artistic passion and time.

Now, sluggish snow crystals fall, singing goodbye,
sheathing carefully a blanket over tender flesh,
while I give in to her frozen embrace,
desiring to linger across timeless ages,
waiting for change to grant me passage into her soul.

You need not see the bride’s snow-white gown twice,
conquering every single piece of the endless blood-red carpet,
including all gazes,
even the lurking ones,
made from pure evil within.

Cherishment here and there,
as time gets ****** in,
sinister bolts strike through dense crowds,
witnessing a soon falling angel.

A chilling scream echoes,
hinting at the ever-watchful walls,
muffled whispering mockingly in a hush,
blending red and white altogether,
pink blood webs rooting beneath her feet,
shadow falling across the black velvet.

Shimmering grey stone walls, cuddling next to each other, carrying passionate raw carvings among them like fairy lights.

Shared moments, linked laughter, exhilarating talks till dawn, embedded in your initial, glowing brightly, last summer's day yet again.

That day, I vowed my allegiance, my love pouring all over your hair, falling like rain, nourishing the past.

I come back often when I think of you, when I caress the cold dusted initial of yours, while mine lingered in the shadows, dissolving into time.

Only the wind remembers what was lost. Our secrets gliding, dancing throughout the cave.
If only my eyes could find you one last time before I chain my flesh under the dying light.

Dread seizing in my head,
the bed calling for our name,
I don't want to leave,
this place where I'm still with you.

Flickering candle lights guiding me to your watchful patch,
such eye candy enlightening the fabric of my skin,
sharing a cigarette with your delightful lips,
wishing it were mine instead.

Such strange curiosities unveiling before my gaze,
lingering long enough for you to notice,
granting me a spine-chilling smile,
turning my admiration into timeless stone.