only lovers left alive
all those shackles left behind
people's stare pierced through their souls
shadows were void making howls.
making love, passionate
making all of them jealous, desirous
making belief, faithful
making all of them repent, painful.
so dead yet so alive
together they thrive
together they strive to exist
together they want to exit.
playing their play all along
waiting for the final scene to come
anticipating the climax
stacking up the stacks.
the red string of fate begging to be broken
the force of destiny keeping it intact
their love was akin to decaying
so dirty yet so natural.
dreaded eyes, tongue tied
hands shivering, breath tight
still so powerful
still ready to fight
to keep their love alive.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
