"What use is there in saying 'I love you' when almost instantly preceding this I think, 'I despise you. Burn'?
For you and I, there is no distinction. Whatever is conjured within my torn soul - shredded by your malice - punctures my enflamed heart, now swollen from your toxins. It is no use resisting, for you return, uninvited - a phantasm gently reaching for my spine, splicing my soul from within.
Freezing fires kill me; revive me; hold me.
Screaming with echoes of euphoric horror as I
watch your scythe draw near.
My lungs, drowning in your cruelty, draw no air,
My breath evaporates - my blood dies -
Eyes remain - petrified, molten:
'I mean no harm, I have come to love you'.
Every
word
scolds
each twisted hair on my corpse
scratching deep into my soul.
Air abandons me;
- I do not blame you -
now the fires steam as they
die
All that remains is my broken soul
- it reeks of death
scathed, black, putrid
by your simple touch -
Let me out. Don't come back to me, you keep me from my dreams. I do not want you; Love does not want you.
But love cannot simply be brushed onto empty pages".
Copyright © JRFB 2012
I am drawn to writing about the inspiring entities of Life, the world and myself, not only through my own creativity, but through interpretations of others' energy and passions.
Showing posts with label body. Show all posts
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Monday, 1 October 2012
Loving Through Lies
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Beauty behind a pane of glass,
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Thursday, 14 June 2012
Walking In The Snow
.
These pale flecks of frosted emotion sting
my skin (bare) when I walk
with you.
A seething so sudden, that
at first, it is unnoticeable: purely snow.
Then Cold turns to cinders - turns to
Ash; scoring, cutting, infecting
my Body with your Curse
.
I blame the snow, but I should blame
You.
The numbness in my fingers
stings from your cold spite -
.
Yet I continue, persisting on our voyage across this
icy road:
My heart, once again replenished with flaming desires
- childish yet
visible; today, after your bitter touch
Falls to the ground... Cracking,
Splintering with an essence of you
.
The warm face of the sun, distant and rare
Shines no more -
Not in winter, at least, whilst
.
Walking in the snow
.
.
Copyright © JRFB
2012
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