I long for her to hold me,
I've dreamt her soft,sweet smell...
Pull, pull away.
I cannot wake up to face the day...
If you haven't met me yet, you have not...
Its so important in fact, that it was given to me...
The sand burns as they walk along
to these bastard lands, these children belong...
Oh the terrible people
They should all die...
I've died many times
within poetry...
It banged in the door when we first met,
somehow both louder and quieter...
The glistening of a brazen eye
binds the spirits to the sky...
A world enflamed at its highest peak,
Caressed by sky so grey and bleak...
Deadly mascara dances under the moon, as night...
forbidden behavior goes unnoticed as feverish...
Reckless intent goes through my nose
Joy rushes through my veins...
Slip in my covenant, the passages are dark
In bare shadows glows demonic mark...