| | Dark berry stains your cheeks,
your lips,
the hills upon your
pottery arms,
and I wonder what it is
to rape
love.
I can see the tiny flaws
in the diamonds
that you've stolen,
so carelessly...
a leech to sweet blood,
who picks delicately at tiny seeds
and devours
their
hopes.
What you have taken
is no longer
golden.
Precious stones
held ripely within your clawed
grasp,
a neat smile
upon those
maroon
demons
that hide the pearly luster
of death
about your
tongue...
No longer lustrous,
but lustful,
and wasted.
A dull shine within those glistening
sands,
because the stars
can't catch the prayers
of the moon
anymore.
Eracination.
When the freedoms of the heart
are thieved away
behind dark eaves
of
hatred -
for self,
for the sun,
until he blinds himself
to the
pain -
there is no
worship.
Just an
empty
candle. |
| | Posted 3/4/2009 10:09 AM - 15 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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