golden mirrors,
golden pestilence..
If ever a word was written to expose your moves
but
fly down with the sound
of your feet...
your feet grating the ground
so soft,
and burning
wide eyed
like a china
doll as it leaps
away to something better
made something worse
Reflections on a 'disheartened' lip syncher,
a mocker of life..
a thief of the warmest hearts
(with the purest blood)
.pacemaker.
breathe me a breath
of artificial dust
..and here we are silent like
five pointed stars..
the tremble of the most hesitant tear as it
forms.lives.and is lost.
"oh pain, oh pain...have mercy on me pain"
screams the woman with wounds of affliction at the
diseased gates..
.oh.pain.
If I've known you, I've loved you..
I've ripped you apart..
For you teach me myself,
my actions.my words.
.oh.praise.
hold open my ribs with your precious spear,
and carve love letters into my heart
with your skinless fingers
.give me abuse, by a serpent's tongue.
for I am crying already forgotten tears
[hold]to me
ho/ld
hold please,
hold close
but dazzling entrances greet your teardrop lips
at the beginning of our end..
they greet you and you welcome them warmer than
any sun could twist
.anywhere we are thrown is where we make amends.
.Oh.Praise.
you need to wake up and lift your head
to the foggy swords in the tangerine scented
sky
for,
sunsets will always take your breath away
[but please give me mine]
and tell me your prophecies of tomorrow,
over a sweet-serenaded kiss..
"If you love me you'll let me go"
.but you cut madly.
"love is timeless"
please crush me in your purple eyes, it is
this sight/this time..
crucify me saintly, with the nails of your aggression and the fire of your
. .
m o u t h
same sounds {repeat} as morphine slowly drips into the battle field of the i.v. machine..
these sounds hang themselves so that I may know safety
this sight/this time
I scream.. where have I fallen?
N O W
.blank.
as blank as this page, I am comforted
and there is another,
I find you are a wingless desert dweller
[you had them, but I am your destruction]
..Destruction..
slowly, piece by piece until there
was no more of you to break.
then I threw around your fragments for awhile,
until you collaborated with dust to form what you are now..
I hardly recognize your face..
I am sorry, too sorry
my answers are constantly drawn back by my questions..
and when you slid out of me I clawed at my heart
. . .
I clawed at my heart
and
n o w
it is too ravaged
for me to mend
.breathe.breathe.breathe.
. . .
I will never be, but scream
in celebration
you'll have your
chance at
burning
me
. .
.
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