I'm sick of being gentle and spew blood at being kind,
he knows what it does when he messes with my mind.
Punch another hole in this vampric blacked heart,
youve now got my sanity tearing it apart.
Slash my temple show me Im alive your blood you will not give me,
I do not deserve deprive.
Screams of lucid fantasy, take me far away
for fuck sake take this vampress through my heart youll slaye.
The boundaries you keep, double stand mine,
you know that all I ever wanted was to stand by your side.
Together we'll roar, bring blood shed not weap,
this dream is very distant while you watch me sleep.
Far distant crimsons, pine to ajoin,
open your eyes dear my claws are in your groin.
Take me now or throw me away,
It takes one word to make me stay.
When you hear it, it brings back memories
When you see it, its colour will change
When you remember it, you wont think straight
When you smell it, the scent will differ
When you feel it, you'll definetly shiver
Why do I hear it, its natural
Why do I see it, its natural
Why do I remember it, its a nightmare
Why do I smell it, I'm frightened
Why do I feel it, feelings are you
The thunder is the rumble of war
The lightening is the explosion of war
The decaying is the dead of war
The rain is the tears, cryed for war
The pain is the fighter that went to war
You will hear lightening and rain
You will see the colour of pain
You will remember on a Two Up bet
You will smell blood "Lest We Forget"
From a distance the temptations seem so unreal. Although its is distance thats heeds the hop, skip and jump.
So many tasty thoughts and so much to let go of and shed. To entice is forbiden to create the link of friendship be it the natural way.
For my skin is only half shed, and the work needs to be done.
What have I been looking for and has it crossed my path?
Tis my music that keeps me awake, thankfully and the beat that keeps me alive. Be it wrong to take inspiration from others melodic words?
To be inspiered using knowlege of others words is not a sin, but tis my own words that tempt me to reek power on paper.
I breath what I feel.
tbc..............
The clouds are comming together, and the pressure is very low
The heat is testing my sanity, how much longer we'll never know
Restriction from coast to coast, this be my wide brown land,
no wet weather for I can not boast, mother nature Ill never understand.
Stinging harsh winds, like pounding waves over the desert sand,
have mercy for we need moisture, to trickle over our wide brown land.
One step a day, doesnt make the pain go away,
It makes It harder to drag it around behind you.
A smile doesnt cover denile,
It brings the fool out to ponder.
A face of strenght hides the distant length,
of the journey that tortures the soul.
As for love, was Is created from up about,
pulling the tainted to and fro.
For needed sleep, time lets it go,
When will the spinning stop, I'll never know.
COMMENTS
why all your poems full of pain...
I love the verse written by you.
a lovely rhyme contain the stingers of pain.
May God Bless You peace and happiness.
I loved your high class poems.
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