Warm amber sunlight creeping slowly
Behind heavy draped windows
Slowly illuminating faces on bed
One with pale white skin
The other sun-kissed and golden
Both sleeping in each other’s embrace

The sun-kissed boy wakes
In his arms he held a beauty of ivory
He smiled, kissed the pale one’s neck
A work of art he truly is
Rich silky auburn hair
Chiseled face and ghostly pale skin

Admiring such a beauty in his arms
Gently traced the outlines of his face
Luscious  cheeks and kissable lips
Both in shades of pale pink roses
Thick eyebrows and sharp nose
He sighed, the pale one wakes

He stared into his eyes
Burning with want and need
Those warm brown eyes
A contrast to his lonely black pools
His Dark hair like coal in the hearth
Burning in the auburn of the other’s embrace

As I look closely on that stone grave
My eyes shed tears of molten pearls
A final wish to me you gave
"Please love me beyond the Grave"...

Like the darkness
we are
evil born
evil to spawn

This one goes to the one who broke my heart,
The one who kept me waiting and kept denying me my joy
While I keep denying myself of all the things around me
While you keep rejecting every reason of truth beyond doubt

Where have you been? Have you been busy? Or have you gone away?
Is your work that hard and restless that you have to cancel my calls?
Is it so hectic you can’t reply me? Or is it that you can’t enjoy my company?
Yes, I know, were together apart, but our hearts were never apart,

How is it that I have endured this thing? Is it you? Or is it me?
Have you decided to break it up to me that you have grown tired?
Or you’re too busy that you can’t text back? Or even call one bit and say Hi.
Has it been too long that you said “Many die on false accusations”.

Your final straw. The final trump card you drew out of my heart.
The trust I have given you, the endurance I have committed.
The time wasted on waiting on you, on courting you.
Because you promised, you promised you’d say YES.

And yes, I did Die on those false accusations. On those false promises you gave me.
I have been true yet you can’t even give me one piece
Not even a crumb of your precious time or company,
Not even a bit to keep my hopes up and me acting all crazy on you.

And yes, my heart did die for you.
Not once, but everytime you didn’t text me back or call me.
I die every moment you deny me of your company or communication
I die every second I have endured on courting you endlessly.

Now tell me, did I not keep my promise?
Did I not endure with you ‘till the  end?
Until all my paper thin hopes have turned into ashes
Until my love for you just burned away.

Burned like the coal in the  fireplace,
The firewood in the pits and candles in the dark
Has it all burned up that I have been spent?
Now tell me, did you keep your promise? Or do you still blame me?

The little life now grew
and all things thought to him
Of things old and things new
the norms and laws laid on him

And long before they know
the little man on his teens
In school and wherever he'd go
his friend and him like wearing same skins

The boy now has feelings inside
of which his parents lack guide
The feeling towards another lad
of butterflies in the stomach he had

Of his pink lips he keeps staring
of the way his eyes can captivate
Of his gentle giggles when laughing
and his smiles all problem alleviate

Of his contoured body figure
chiseled like a statue in park
Temptations he can't endure
it makes his heart spark

Then nobody surely knew
that the boy whom they gave birth to
Had grown and began anew
of his life and his secret TABOO

The precious little thing
deep in the womb
The mother is carrying
of kicks like beating drums

The little life inside her
the little dreams made
Of future set ahead
endless possibilities ended

Expectations the father made
before the child decision could make
Like contracts in the wind that fade
what life and path the child should take

The little seed came
and he was perfect in all ways
Not so perfect to other people
but perfect to the mother anyways

There is always something in the blood
Something fascinating even for a god
The rush of euphoria and high
whenever a blade cut comes nigh

The thick red syrup of life
Like rubies cascading on flesh pipes
The feeling you get when
You have cut your skin open

The act is mildly repulsing
Yet, to watch it is deeply fascinating
As you see your life flow by
And lose it in a blink of an eye

The only question once you go high
When Death is sitting nearby
And all hopes come to die
Is one on your lips so dry

How long will it last?