Its frightening as a thunderclap in a twilight forest and as deafening as the steady drip-drops in a cavern beyond light.
As choking as being tossed asunder with no life preserver in a raging sea, to be swallowed in ice and time.
As sought after as a ******'s pure kiss, by needy fervent lips and steady hands gripping all the more tighter.
As feared as Death's embrace, if not more, because it says you are finally alone.
It is that blissful white noise, that comes with a much sought after release with a patient and attentive lover.
It is the steady dull ache in your bones, as the glistening blade caresses your skin.
As it washes over me I breathe deep. I feel the fear, and the panic as to what if they find me this time, and will they ever.
But as I let wave after wave crash down upon me, drip after drop hit the floor.
As my fear gives way to bliss my lover could not bring, my panic drifts to calm from the songs the knife does sing.
...As comforting as floating in the ocean, as soft as a lovers sated kiss, as lost as a child's purity, and as beautiful as Lady Death's familiar arms.
I cannot wait to seek the cool embrace once again...
i posted this a while back on D.A., and i was in a dark place at the time when i wrote this, not exactly poetry as usual.