We are divided between currentsThat fall from eyes made of glass,And to shield our faces makes us witnessThe shame we decorate ourselves with,As we bleed.We bleed dewdrops over cheeks made of ivory,And kiss love awayAs the emotion it was,Meant to stay. Agony is now our…
How beautifulOne such as me, can describeEach detail, with astonished eyes. Beauty is but a weakness, a place of clayThat requires the water, for sculpture.It is nothing, without the hands atop it,And so, I go to mold. I craft legs to appear as water-bent pillarsTo…
Who bequeathed the roseAbove your brow?Where each petal runs rampant, to fallTo meet the lips that callMy name, through the frosted walls.What love turned itselfUpon an old and delicate leaf? When beauty wakes up, and nestles besideThe stirring loneliness, of a man in a hollow…
Oh, idleness,Unchanging woman,Who I love.There is, to you, of what I observe,A frame, myself, and you, the painting.You have beauty that thunders a spark across the skies, above.Love cannot any longer, lift it up,All I may do is sculpt it, into a memorable form, of…
Come for me,If you dare,And step with your formless feetAcross depths, made of flesh,Perfect for your footfalls. Come and tear at me,With your eyes upon my hands,That rent apart this ocean made of rottenness,With anger in my eyes,You’ll fall inward. And I’ll fail,And fall before…
Pain is there,Beyond the door.I see blood rushing inTo my feet,And I know, very well so,That her defeat is near. Like two seasons faded from their togetherness,I was the winter you did abhor,While you were the summer, where love climbed ashore,To see the rocks as…
Rise up,And take awayThis unholy painFrom the woman I once loved,She needn’t suffer this muchIn this winter of winters. Her face, once an aura of bliss,Her form, once taken by me, beneath sheets of white.And blankets made of the softest velvet,Quilts made of skin. A…
Your strange aurasEmit a glow I’ve not seenWith these rotting eyes, nor touchedWith ever-more rotting fingers. What a horror, in meager contours,Drawn around your idle form.An outline that masks your fragilityWhenever you’ll wake up. I see,With eyes revealed for a grave,The listless shape of your…
I am watchful, upon your barren formThat no alonger moves with each subtle sigh.Your arms will no longer sway when you decide to dance,Your hips, the same.And for each ruby lip that I had always aimed to kiss,There is only Hell for the life I…
Scarlet lipsAre to sing the tune of many yearsIn that same isolation,For it is the one that has kept you bleeding.Like a face that cannot smile,Because, its stone surface is un-moving.Like your face that does not smile,Because, you’ll only grip the stones, held at your…
