in Black Veins and Despair
these pieces falling before my feet,
you cower in the terror of my hate for you,
will cause you the pain that you caused me.
dripping from my lips,
flowing down my face,
paths where you scarred me.
me blind to your feelings so I could never see.
then reopen the gash,
it bleed more and more,
never making me ugly.
gasp as my chains encircle and constrict your neck,
into your neck and choking you.
break down and weep for all of the sorrows you caused me,
how I can still not watch you die nor kill you.
ways clinging to me and the darkness,
out you are still my obscurite*.
limp body falling onto the dust covered floor,
coming to scatter,
leaves around you dance up,
descend onto your features,
surrounding us undisturbed.
lifting your head to rest on my lap,
away the brushing away a colored leaf upon your pale cheek,
tears falling upon your lips.
This is what you wanted isn't it?
stroke your jaw,
at your blue lips,
to steady trembling hands.
I shift your body,
your head on the floor,
spirit falls into you,
air into your veins,
back into my being,
I pant for breath,
my darkened eyes,
shadows I now share.
silver-black eyes watching over me.
gently reopen a scar and I laugh.
death we blissfully consume one another,
bereaved breaths coming more rapidly...