It is mine, the long, grey silence
While my wings cannot but flutter...
I slowly obliterate the legend...
Of the soul that brought me here,
Through the infinities of time...
So I fall beyond
I love you to death
To heaven’s made all over
Only sick saliva melting in my mouth
My ill desire, your body’s tart
Inside your brains leaving signs of disorder
I love you to hate,
To worn-out
Now’s the moment you’ve been waiting for
Happiness promised to come here nevermore
Get hold of your solitude
Or stick to your withered youth
Shred their thoughts like precious silk
Got fed up
Grey the sparks of fire, numb
Bleached his locks of hair sob,
Overnight lost shadows dim
Shattered lives, enprisoned, scream
Leaves are dried of pure fluid
Earth and sky mingled and
To you, my wilted silence
Your tatty, broken limbs,
I pray the moisten air
Won\'t trow you in despair
How prosperous your defiance
yet horrified a glimpse...
To you, on blacken knees
One
I’m born within your tears
Abhor to life itself
Reprieving seedy sears
Immured in a shelf
I’m drunk within my poison
Unsavoury and melted
His dole to soon disclosure
Looks poorly and
I first met your eyes as I paced
Through the green field melting in the ocean\'s
Glum layer, as he roared undone
Crimson veil shrouding its emotions...
I first met your lips as I
Reach his ear with a piercing whisper,
Should he not wake to-morrow at the dawns,
Fold his white bones in snow and blister,
Whilst the flesh would squirm and moan
Bear the sweet scented funeral
He resembles to a star-lit mantle worn
By those of ancient times, forbearers at whose word
Nature’s wide skeleton would moan or thrill
For many were drowned in this ocean’s still…
Demur, or
You are a dream within a dream
A hope of love undead,
A crimson wound scaring a beam,
A wish that you could mend…
My insides swollen with the burden,
A healer’s bleeding skin,
Has left my
Emotional outburst leaves him in despair
Her words, she carved red in his heart
His hate left his soul impaired
Her body’s a small of the torture’s part
Emotions washing swamp
Down the river of sorrows,
She knocked the Iron Gate
The widowed ghost of summer,
Her questions couldn’t wait.
The death of all their bodies,
And hearts are rotten deep,
She goes on
Two tears fell
In the swan-lake
The mist of misfortune hides
Terrible agony of heart-rending pain
Which never dies but never seems awake
Two tears fell
On the white feathers
The scent of
No more stars above,
Sky has melt in mud,
Earth is stuck in blood,
You’re all I ever had
I’ve lost you to hell...
Angels falling, angels flying,
Heaven’s burnt today.
Angels lying, angels
The tender light, its shelter lacking shape
Imagination going beyond the blue-inked lake,
Awaited solitude, sharing dawn\'s rosy blush
Resting together, above the world\'s mere flash
No summer
Rich blossom of the verdure,
I dream the dream of you,
The blacken eyes, no wonder
They sleep, not dream they do...
I dream the dream of waters,
Beneath the ponds of dusk,
The murk within my
The river flew in shallow streams
Underneath the shabby cloth,
He was lost, but he was sought,
Underneath a pile of dreams
While sparkling, crystal waters
Lie asleep and doom awaits...
Caught
Idle heart, undaunted blister,
Dawn\'s wrath, his vile whisper,
Lie disheartened in the mud
Not to wilt in bitter blood.
No one\'s funeral, elated,
Frivolous skin, it\'s color
One amber leaf, one loud whimper
I humbly seek to be forgiven
Clutched to this keen, lurking in silence
Her wicked word, his road to highness
Dark wisps of smoke over a tomb
The more you try
She hates everything she touches
Touch is hurting, burning eyes
Eyes moistened feeling hungry
Hunger’s wearing kind disguise
She loves everything that’s bleeding
Blood in joy, joy in her
Broken sun in broken motes
scarlet skin of silky dusk
spreading over hungry clouds
over eyes that wore the mask
Broken moon in broken darkness
whitness of shattering fear
in the sullen sky of
You said the root was poisonous flame
But taught me wise not to disdain
The swift sad breeze may sweep your strength
Yet, nonetheless I deem my friend
Should you behold of many keys
The dying
Murky waters hide his face,
Dirt is dripping on the floor
From the white and broken wings,
But it’s grief that stings them more.
Shallow thoughts linger’n his head,
Eyes with bruises of the