Life is a nectar, That is sweeter than death And when existence pains us, It mocks the things we once had.
I saw a bird once; It was dead, And when I looked to it's eyes, I found they were gone. I saw a girl, too; She was alive, upon a bench, Yet as I looked to her eyes, I knew the soul had long since departed.
It is a fire that burns cold, Reaching into the soul With claws that scrape and scar, As a harmony of pleasure and pain, Abets one to begin again. With sorrow Comes beauty, Mixing as does the sun at the end, Whose blood curdles amidst the night; As purple and blue reunite. A… Continue reading The Gothic Embrace
A maladie brought us together, Apparently, For a joke now keeps up apart; And it seems that only the universe laughs.
Red velvet Midsummer nights Your body, and my own. Lips are real When form is not; The weight of a soul, with pleasure I drown. Memories of things greater Rival Ivy in green, As you poison my heart, my voice taken. The moment, condensed, To ambrosia; an opus, Where one final breath… Continue reading In Secret Love