thequeen
Knowflake Posts: 789
From: Belgium
Registered: Sep 2014
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posted November 21, 2014 02:26 AM
  
Rapt in despair, I stand on sword,
And turn in destitute, softly I mourn,
Fly with hopes, to hold it hard,
Knowing from its depth, my presence it discards,
The filthy odour, of my oozing pain,
You never believe, it’s my disdain,
Poignant the passion, to let you abide,
I could not stand, the floor just slides,
I stand on this sword, my embrace is dull,
In pinnacle of moment, dances my skull,
Holy your face, sometimes I perceive,
I could not hold, my eyes just see,
You pulled my soul, and took its breath,
And guided my path, that led to death,
I often realised, you are eternal,
Your tender glow, is my way to funeral,
Lifting me in sky, this burning air,
Melting my flesh, falling in flare,
O’ kill me now, don’t kill my soul,
You know my despair, my heart is foul,
To stand on sword, just to see your face,
Pinch my heart, with your glaze.IP: Logged |
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