I stab the heart of darkness And turn the blade leisurely slow. The blade plunged in black blood. The pale skin of blindness, I wash with a colorful glow, And bathe it in a gentle scud.
I choke the throat of sorrow With bare hands of absolute rapture. Its wheezes make a symphony. And pour beauty in morrow For my eyes to adoringly capture The yawps in a revel ceremony.
On the corrupted soul of sadness I paint hues of brief blisses But so pristine that it blushes As I cleanse the spirit with happiness I cover her with sweet kisses So lovely that it brings in rushes
I cherish the death of all ugliness And reminisce the cold miserable days Enclosed by dirt, filth and lust I lose myself in the ecstatic liveliness Of altruistic pruriency's welcomed stays Wrapped in benign love and its trust
My saviour, love, I mumble a prayer For your vigour and ****** heart Unbleached mind and smile's delight Through this poesy I present a layer Of gratitude for my journey's start, With your soft touch, of life and light.
I don`t know what to write about this poem because most of the times when I write I`m high as a kite.