There are flowers in the vase.
Rare, black roses...
Scarlet dame in winter weeps.
Below the spring of sorrow sleeps...
A smile slowly creeps upon her lips.
Every word she speaks is like venom...
They wake me up at night
they whisper in my ear...
I am bleeding
bleeding so hard and so fast...
Each mirth and grief of drifting clouds
frigid days and lightless nights shrouds...
These Starry Eyes
wont fade...
Dreams
fluttering...
My thoughts are swirling
with clips of your amazing visage whisked through...
Fire consumes my soul
Hate fills my mind...
I am shoved into the black hole that is my life...
Copyright©2009 Lost and Bound in Pain...
Tender skin warms mine,
caresses drowning my thoughts...