I am your disgraceLet me slide my hands slowly, let me ease your pain Let me make it so you’ll never be the same again Honestly you’re killing me, gently but still I can’t repress the fixation the uncontrollable will To sink slow, rise fast the ultimate thrill But what’s come to pass is not mine for the kill For the decline, let your head recline, streamline It’s all out of line, no bearing of time, reason or rhyme Grant me the wish, the kiss so divine It drops the shades and starts the tender waves design Tranquil, yet furious, glorious, meritoriousI am your disgrace
Oh what worries us, not, is neither the play
Angel of the NightShe stands higher as if lifted by angelsAngel of the Night
An untouchable unbreakable stream of light gently dangles As she rolls back her head to soak in the sun I’m reminded of days that through her I was one
A picture of perfection
The embodiment of my direction She leads me to the only path worth taking My heart is true the one she’ll be breaking
In her blistered glory lies a small shred A lone piece of bereavement, a soulless fraction of the dead Intrepidly she stands like an elegant effigy I wish only to clutch her sanctuary
A picture of perfection
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SoulDisregard all these depraved souls lingering on A reflex guided society fed through the dawn Fire reigns from the heavens yet it was not sent It was never meant For you my soul and meSoul
Guard your intricate patterns of life lest it show
Unbridled spirits clutch with strife to those who go The sky is pale with rage of those tainted few But of course you And my soul were free
Instead of insensitivity I choose creativity To end all insecurity and loose eternity It, seldom graced by souls
Is now the spirit which unfolds But with it holds Tightl
NumbFairytales cease as winter seeps, Creeps into cracks of brittle brances, Twisting in anguish, they crane in agony over the silent lake, Where hushed breaths comfort lifeless swans tearsNumb
By the still water, two lovers clutch in their affinity, Paralysed, held in soft ,tender embrace,
While the surrounding dream screams, In wretched contorted pain The beanstalk carrying them upwards to glory is frozen, Entwined with numb, like the lovers fingers, tongues Their fairytale dream is shattered
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you told me you wanted me to go with you...i still would go anywhere you wanted </3
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