The rich crimson blood that pours from your veins,
like garnet;
sweet tints of ruby and rose.

I can taste *****,
and it sounds like you.

As sleepless thoughts savage,
the devil whispers into my ears,
softly triggering,
resonating melancholy,
the moan of a creature known to be depraved
and sinister,
soon becomes the lilt of an angel
who was once unfortunate
and misunderstood.
he calls me religiously and persistently,
captivating and lurring me,
to a side that has a melody; unknowingly *unholy.

Missing you
comes in waves.
I feel mellow,
I feel a rush; hitting me like a tsunami.
Nothing is ever consistent with you;
and won't be it seems
(just like the sea.)

He was in love in a time I was not,
he fell out slowly;
I fell in. Deeply and tragically.

you broke me in the most delicate way,
that even pain felt beautiful.

Your eyes have such depth that even poseidon would drown

Your heart belongs to me,
I clench to it; in the palm of my pale cold, hands.
I feel myself holding onto something that is not mine,
and will never be. (I let go.)  
My mind floods with unanswered questions;
suffocating... I gasp; struggling to breathe.
Why must you cause me so much misery and pain? Yet I find myself doing the same.

The wind whispers in soft, lilting echoes;
that enchant and linger the presence of idle stars and graceful jasmines;
on a musky summer midnight

But the taste does not leave,
the way that you did.

In fact, it was about you. It always is; it always was, always will be.

Like the ocean; I am both mesmerised
and frightened by you.
more than anything; in the most beautiful
and tragic way.
You are alluring,
and wrench me,
like a ship
awaiting to
sink.
slowly
and deadly.

The thought of my lips against yours are like soft satin plumped cushions that slowly press against each other;
slowly seeping,
and elevating,
yearning for more.

You were a thorned rose; placed onto a rotting grave,
who made even death;
seem beautiful with *grace.

You are the beautiful nightmare that haunts me awake;
into a place where my reality seems nothing but-
**bland and opaque.

The pain rushes from the depth of my *****,
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.

She lost herself in her sadness and drowned sorely in her tears.
Emotions flooding;
shivers down her spine,
freezing into the depth of her bones,
Hurting. She hides... Like the moon behind the sun;
aches and sorrow behind her smile.

Of all the things that I could wish and hope for,
I prayed to a god who I doubt and disappoint;
begging for him to take me back in time,
just so that I could unmeet you... for one last time,
frankly, there isn't much that I wouldn't do,
for this to all become true.

To you, I was a tear drop in the sea; bitter and salty.
She was the entire ocean; a mystery crystal clear.

My glass is empty,
my heart is full.
I drink away the feelings that conquer all.
The spirits inside burn
my soul,
and soak the thoughts
of how I fall.

Thunderstorms wrench
and howl to the sound of your voice.

A ray of bliss thus becomes
a miss of broken dreams
and delicate pearls
scattered across
the purple skies
that glistens
and smiles

Waves of darkness and death,
that rush (awake)
and take (away) your breath

Your eyes like your soul.
Dark; Black as coal.

As I carve your initials into my skin, blood pours from my punctured veins, crying out your name; it echoes, lingering in my ears; haunting my dreams.

The mind that never sleeps; even at rest, it dreams.

I wanted to kiss you,
but in a different way.
I wished you had kissed me;
in that same way.

I dig my nails into my skin,
wanting to feel something that is deep within,
but nothing is ever enough,
and I never seem to win;

I pour a glass of wine;
and sniff amongst the vines,
sensing the scents of a million heartbreaks,
that were only ever mine.

I found myself in you,
that I had even lost in me.
*You are me; even more than I could ever be.

You said you wanted to die,
and so a part of me did.

I pity that day;
that cold, gloomy day.
In that month of December,
where my heart was in its May.
Blossomed and warm;
you were my spring right away.
I still remember that day...
Like it was just yesterday.

My head aches from the thoughts of you ravaging my mind,
your face burns;
your voice reprising over and over, a thousand times.

You were you,
and I was me.
That was why,
we could not be.

As I watch the blood pour,
I feel you leave my system
a little more.

How foolish was I to imagine
that I alone,
could be a ship;
in your turbulent
and tumultuous life,
when you were the ocean itself.

Something within: numb, cold and cruel.
creeping inside; persistently to hide.
shivering, deep aside.

you were lost on my lips;
and erased from my mind,
yet buried
into my heart.

To hear your voice, and see your face... Oh, I'd much rather take a blow to my brain.