Blood is what she is being fed;
Decorated with needles is her bed,
As her sins clean by the fire burning red.

Her body lies in the heart of hell,
Where nothing is destined to go well.
Don't ask her anything, she won't tell.

She has forgotton how the stars look like;
She no more remembers what is light;
All she sees is the fire burning bright.

Pain occupies her body's every part.
Everyday she is reborn, then torn apart,
And all she can do is scream out her heart.

But nothing can now be fine.
She won't ever again see the stars shine,
Because she can't bring back the passed time.

I have always heard them say,
'Hope gradually makes its way.'

When, in reality, as time flies,
Hope doesn't come, it dies.

You, slowly, get fed up of waiting,
And everything around you - you start hating.

With the passage of time,
You realise your life will never be fine.

You watch your world fall apart,
And you try to fix your broken heart.

Then, you give up, not knowing how to cope,
Why? Because there is no hope.

And like the first drops of water falling
From the somber sky
Descending like dew drops
Pure and subtle.
Yearning for their true origin
And better self.

And so does that heart failing
Of loneliness in dreary beats
One attuned towards one mistress sole
Yearning for it's true soul
And better self.

I don't fall in love,
I trip-
Stumble
Falling
Eyes wide and dreamy
Heart beating incessantly
Constantly.
Seeing the world through rose coloured lens.

Yet
Still seeing you.
Eyes through
To skin
And deeper
Yet.

Many poems have been written about thy beauty,
But none speak more true than my heart beat.

Yours.

Forever.

Every moment, every ion of time spent,
            Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
           Away;
From it's vital element.

Every lone, Precious ray of light that
          Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
          Fleeting.

Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
         Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
         Flawed.

A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
        Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
        But.
Understood.