Tormented
roses.....
Blood coloured petals.....flying on the wind...
alighting on darkened tombstone......
arranged
by death....in all strength and morbidity
........white angels gather with deathly touch
watching.........waiting
for the sound of the lover
a crumbling of dust in air silences.....
moans carried across
the
waves
onto
the wind
.....caught
by open decaying ears
fleshless
lips and breathy words.....
......falling
into splintering arms
embraced
by musty smells........
Pooled
blood and broken dolls,
cracked mirror and old wine stains....
remainders
of the day where toasts were made
beds were slept in....
...shadows were admired
echos of lonely sleepers
irritate
my delicate sanity...
...on
the brink of falling into a decaying void
distilled
and encased by memories and chance
coincidence
doesn’t exist in a spiritually dead world
such
as the blankness we live in.
Closing
in....the corpses rejoice
dancing in the wind
circling thinned out hair
black
stares and empty sockets
souls free
oblivious to all
closing
tales of morbid thoughts
memories
enshrined in darkness prevailing.....
midnight
brings the end to the failing love
...ever after thoughts will lie
dormant
to the nearness of the blackened sky
dawn
approaching brings the hollow
sounds
of empty cries
dreams
or morose intent where my
corporeal
body may thrash in protest
while the soul lies tormented by my own
rotting hand........
stopping
only to unleash the fiend
once
forgone but not forgotten
ripping
skin,
caught
underneath bloodied nails...
sharpened
with time....razor like cuts
brought
on by the desire to touch and taste.......
the
silky, rich warm liquid.