This broken engineering
my chest holds,
ticks when she comes
and I know it's her,
I can sense her.

Sometimes
a fallen angel
with a broken wing of sorrows,

Or a demon
possessing my bones
with rage and ****** eyes.

Hell or heaven,
always.

The devil and
Christ himself
gazing at my sins,
quietly.

That is
how it feels.

She can carry my dry lips
into the finest wine.

Drag me to a desert
bequeathing my flesh
to be judge by a merciless full sun.

She wounds me
to cure me,
I yield.

She fills me
to the bottom
just to be completely poured out
in the frightening whiteness
that haunts my dreams.

Leaving me
restless voids.

The tears
rain hides.

A scar
in my words.

A child's smile
in the corner
of my mouth.

Path,
for the calm walks
my feet longs.

She is what will
ultimately destroy me,
she is my salvation.

She is my death
and my ressurection.

They smile together and laugh together
so nobody's seen the bruise on her shoulder

They always hug and kiss good-bye
so nobody's seen the cut on her thigh

He's met her parents and she's met his
so nobody's seen her slashed wrist

They have the same hopes and the same fears
so nobody's seen her tired tears

They've had so many great times, tons
So nobody's seen the terrible ones.

Give her thunder, she craves wonder
Don’t abide in sobriety, she yearns for insanity

And in the light of day, as the rays caress her lines
Whisper to her what you’ve heard from the wines

Giver her thunder, she craves wonder
Don’t bestow ordinary, she demands folly

And in the midst of night, as the sky shadows her lines
Murmur at her what you’ve heard from the heavenly wines*

by lou

The shutter closes
Plot points fixed in monochrome;
The story unfolds