she never felt more delicate
about to disappear
she never felt more loved
her consciousness, about to be smeared.
fragile figure, pale fingers
eyes of a ghost, eyes of an angel
possessed by the devil, still purity lingers
fears everyone, still attracts
or does her fear attract?
biting her lip until it bleeds
begging to be freed
eyes overflowing
faces glowing.
those shadows surrounding her scare
her or themselves?
chest heaving up and down
oh, so erotic yet so profound.
talking to herself or is there someone else?
ask others, no
ask her, yes.
questions are meaningless
answers full of insight
don't tell 'em 'cause she likes to stay in sight
pretending her fright.
sadism all over her
masochism in her veins
slowly and steadily
ending up liking the pain.
obsessed, is she?
possessed, is she?
immortal, is she?
mortal, is she?
walked the earth a thousand times
walked the earth down a thousand lives
sucked her soul out her fucking life
sucked her soul out so she can die.
a curse or a blessing?
a dilemma she faces
stuck in a paradox
she tries to breathe.
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
