#post-modern
come closer, boy
taste yourself in my veins
come closer, boy
to the edge, hold my reins
hold my throat
in your fist
a damaged soul
colouring those lips i kissed
come closer, boy
close your eyes close your eyes close those
******* eyes
you can only see me in the half light
come closer, boy
only when you're lonely at night
i'll take it upon myself to leave you
gasping for breath
weak, and undressed
until you call me closer
closer and closer still
with your blue eyes
those ******* eyes
and you read me
your writing
so perfect,
come closer you say
to whisper the prose in my ear
i have to come closer still
to hear the murmurs
of your poetry
while you stroke my thigh and
call me pretty
come closer, boy
and then its me that's weak
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
**Alone and lost; nothing but silhouettes
Endless doubt, persistent search for answer
In ***** floods and buds of cigarettes
To life, solitude is scourge and cancer
I who live where isolation’s culture
I who await the happier morrows
I who live where the people are vultures
I who search for exit from my sorrows
I who have nothing but fears of my sin
I who’ve never felt the joy of a friend
I who have nothing but tears on my skin
I who only have comfort of the end
Nothing but the hope of variation
Nothing but the rope of suffocation**
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC