Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you,…
Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks…
Sunken beneath, the tides, as you wereMy solace, the source to my wellOf tears.I threw a line for your freedom, when I saw you were drowning.I threw it, to save you from the uncertainty that kept you weeping.For each drop in the tide, was yours.Though,…
Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As…
The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give…
Bled upon the leavesWas my sorrows.I held tears on the edges of my fingers,And swept them into rivers cold as ice.Love held a bitter burnUpon my tongue,As a feeble memory lingersIn my trembling heart. Love cannot be this miserableTo have undone.For why is itThat I…
Sometimes, upon when I lay my headAtop a pillow, I will see the edges of your formTaking shape at the foot of my bed. I see the tears that begin to floatAway from my eyes,And you’d catch them, with hands open for their approach. What…
Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet…
Passed upon myself,Was her shadow.Like to pass over my disused and torn spirit,After a love shattered,Like the bottle I cling to. I attempted to ignore,Though, it kept calling,As it kept me company. Beside myself, flesh over a drunken spirit.Inside myself, with ignorance overdone,I only slept…
I once folded her memoryIn my arms,During the night.Her sight, so meant to be long goneWith the tide,With the currents that fall away from my eyes,As agony floats along. I once did thisWith feeling,With the same feeling,Of a million sleeping years. I had bled eternal…
