Lay me down, on a bed of thorns
For the flowers refuse to bloom
Am already mentally paralyzed
My days have turned gloom

Looking out to the sunset
Thinking of drowning my pain
Tears refuse to comfort me
Coz anxiety has grabbed me again

Let lose my demons from within
The torture is way too much
See how my soul twists and turns
As my eyes are closed to watch

******* away, O' King of winds
To the deepest cliff around
Dark, lonesome shores greet
As I plagued myself on the ground...

©sim

we inscribed poems on each others souls
in ink at first
but ink did not touch the magnitude of our love
so we wrote in the wettest kisses
and snaky tongues
undulating pink spells
but still we needed more

we wrote with the unguents from our *****
and while it was as lush as paradise
still, we craved

so we wrote in pain and blood
we suffered for each other
and at each other's hands
we drank each other's tears
consumed each other's emptiness
till arteries darkened
and our life force
ran through each other's veins
like vermilion claret
until we died each other's deaths
and felt the shadow of each other's ancestors
and then we fell in love again
transformed
true initiates of adoration
and everything each other
a rapturous yoga
fused like thrice folded metal
living silent incantations
ethric urns
burning
gold frankincense and myrrh
enshrined in the heavens
rapturous mouths
in a tangle of kisses arcadian.