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Love is just a Bloodsport

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Marchwood

I took a step
To await your breath
Alone forgotten,
Forlorn no more
I drifted down this empty darkness
Into the pit of the beast
To find only that which was never lost
Contained in a single floral appetite
Underneath the radiant rays of the moon

A cast aside sweet little thing
Forever entwined in the tangled web we weave
Such sweet little sultry words that wrap
Your hands around my throat and press down
So no more will I see
The daisy grow
‘neigh the rounding belly, see
Chaos creates destruction
Where love breeds war
So you’ve taken the chance to runaway again

I wonder what would it be
To see behind blinded eyes
To walk through life knowing only darkness
To never see the crashing sea
Touch upon the glistening rock face
Perhaps; to see; the colors
That have glittered within your eyes
And I knew that no matter what life I’ve lived
I’d ne’er see a sight more astounding
Then the silence of your breath

Love is a fickle creature
With a tongue a forked rose
And it will bite to soothe
And take away to heal
Though the memory leaves only a stain
Forget this life, forget your past
Have you not seen this blossoming youth?
So wide eyed – round and wondrous
To laugh with such reckless abandon,
Oh, I remember

Do you regret what you see?
What you found so long ago
Caught in the waves of chaos
To cling to like a raft boat
I know, I know I told you then
That I saw more behind those tattered scars
The wings of what once was so brightly shining
But it took nothing of that which you did not wish to give

Follow me, find me, see me
Truly for you are who only you want to be
Alone, alive, breathless and abandonment
I will not take this scar no more
I will find a wing to soar
For even if I catch ablaze within the light of the sun
Someday too soon I will remember what it is
To walk again, to breathe in the freshness of her silvery lights
And taste sense as it was truly meant to be

For only I can heal me.

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