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mrsmorrison27
07-13-2005, 10:40 PM
Toward this vision i see through violet stained glass screams your bleeding hipocracy, not knowing wether to carry on or give up. meaningless words pour out of the sweat in your palms. cutting through glass stained violets, backwards thoughts come so naturally now, give into what your sins have prompted, so clearly i see your face through all that is unnatural! my skin crawls at first thought of you, the anticipation of my hearts death is almost unbearable. Being pushed through an oblivious mind takes courage im not sure that i have. Losing you, is losing me. Our hearts are one, they have been, for almost what seems to be an eternity. Though what seems to have lost it's potency through endless attempts to erase you from my heart's memory, it hasnt faded, only growing stronger everyday, it hurts worse. I will never let go of you, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! no matter who you end up giving yourself to,and me myself, i will never be able to let go of that one part of me that screams your name! That will always haunt me, in my deepest, darkest secret chamber of my worst fear, eats me, consumes me, it has taken ahold of my very being, and it will never let go of me! Your face I will see when I look into his, your love I will crave when i am giving mine to him. I could never make love to any other, sex, but not love.love is so much more than skin deep. Though the thorns in your eyes are darker than the circles around your wrists, your blood tastes sweet. I can smell your lust, you fear the inevitable. Your brown eyes seem black through my green, i can't seem to see anything the same way anymore. All has fallen under your lovely darkness, its beautiful comsumpsion. What I fear laughs in my face, staring me down with my own eyes. I saw us together so long ago it seemed like yesterday I was living for myself and not your beauty that drives me mad all the times i cast my eyes upon your smooth skin that seems to scream my name, the screams haunt me, torment me, remind me of what I will soon lose. All these words will mean nothing, they will all be in fucking vain, for we were not meant to fullfill each others lives, we were meant for others, you, will get your fair share, I, will be left alone, cold, and forever scarrd with my images of you in my mind, screaming at me, laughing at me, telling me how stupid I am. Because that is what Mother has chosen for me, to be like this, and worse, forever.