The Unseen Seen

Love.

A place that cradles the repulsive newborn snakes.

A Malicious snake that slithers through our bitchy souls; 

while their knives kiss and lick the victims entrails

puncturing the fiend’s skin.

The pain intrigues your silent Hell

A slight smile

A slight cry

A sudden fate reveals itself.

Death.

I indeed did love you

and yet I wanted to let you fall,

and let you drown inside your own blood.

I wanted to hear you scream as you choked upon the pressure of my hand.

Your inner demons wished pain,

and death upon me.

Words that pierced my heart many times before

Leaving an open wound,

Yet I still hide the pain,

Waiting under your cloak of distress

that I loved so dearly.

It was white, innocent, and pure,

yet cold and fatal.

Such a deceiving thing,

but what about it has come to my liking?

It was you who made me love the frost

as i lay there paralyzed glaring at nothing.

You who made me love the silence 

as I breath in the murky air of the black abyss.

You who I loved, but you didn’t return it.

You couldn’t.

And even when I did love you,

I fucking hated your deceiving heart!

Millions of scars take over me now,

You did this! YOU!

You plunged these razors, and pierced them deep.

You jab all your sweltering needles into my heart,

letting it engorge with venom.

Yet I still smile as my heart cries its crimson rubies,

Waiting until I awaken from this nightmare.

But didn’t.

Hope didn’t exist for me anymore.

Your jet-black heart still carried on,

devouring away my own.

Abusing me, hating me, killing me.

I took that razor,

as I was blinded by torment and death.

And I pierced that god-damn razor into my living canvas,

Watching the crimson paint ooze its way down the blue tree branches.

I hold my last breath knowing I will be safe there.

Slowly erasing you from my memories.

I suddenly see the being 

obscured in darkness

that is said to steal those who are dead.

Death is calm.

Death painless, 

and death is free from all pain.

More love came from death than love itself.

Death embraced me in its arms

Death is mine. 

Only mine.

And your tears claw down your cheeks.

When you find death has taken me.

At least I see you have a heart.

At least I see the tears that pierce thy eyes.

And at least the kiss of death

helps me live on,without a breath.

We never maybe heard.

We never maybe remembered,

but the unseen will be seen

sooner or later.