Doo be doo be doo...Not quite sure who this about. Betrayal, anger, pain, life sucking in general, a little cliche, but I hope I put some new spins on this. I (A) need a title, and maybe some help re-wording a bit of this to make it flow better. I've tried, truly I have, but this piece just seems to have a mind of it's own in my head.
I remember the sound of your silence
As your heartbeats started calling
Me from the brink of the chasm,
But you were already falling
Into the echoes of our souls defeating
The fragments of our painted sanity.
As I knelt in puddles of demons blood
I recall the voice of the rain
And I turned my face to the sky
While the earth cruelly called your name,
Till wings of vomit erupted from my soul
To fly the scent of carrion to the bloody snow.
I let the quiet of my spirit bathe you
When the sordid tongues of flame
Flickeringly played about your feet
Driving you mad with their out of tune game
And when the keenness of fire came into me
You lay outstretched on my bed of ivory.
So now I break through oaks and bushes
And Misery hastens its flight to me
While the dark forest birch tree blushes
Ebbing breezes taste so sweet
But I would ardently leave nights such as this
If I were permitted one ultimate kiss.
Sometimes I still hear your trailing breath
Sweeping through these empty halls
And I swear I once saw you fringed with light
Still glowing from Death’s siren call
I feel your spell by my cravings might
A majestic clothe of dark midnight.
But all I heed is sorrowful rage
Like the forbidden echoed chimes
That fill Night’s haunted rooms
Like some forgotten poet’s rhymes
Laying ghostly fingers on passions air
Till the cloak of death is shared.
Still, in a world so cold as this
We’re all torn apart by rage and fear,
Love grows old with time and sand,
Remembering the pain that brought us here,
And everyone learns before too long,
How to suffer and stand strong.
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