Snow White Queen, darling mine:
You’re breaking apart; you are so torn inside.
Perfection.
Has become the sweet scissor for seams of your mind.
Enthralling echoes etched within that mask of our lips-
Bloody. Blindingly sickening black eyes. Wide--
That fragmented mirror of us; a reflection you see...
So cold and enchanting as I whisper within:
‘Just us; you…me.’
Your eyes close upon that pitiful sigh
As my shadows lift you…lifts us high. Oh so high.
You’ve turned vividly scarred! I’ve forced those
Beautiful bruises in that cold skin of yours. So cold.
As cold as ice-when my burning hands glide upon your trembling self:
You’re still sickeningly perfect and frigidly fragile--
Waiting for that final explosion to rock your world;
The one I’ll be blowing with my tongue and teeth--
Soon inside your life loosing blue arteries.
Pin drop silence.
Pitch black darkness.
And a black tongue. My black tongue--it joins yours frozen ones--
We’ve wrapped around you in that perfect vice and in you
With soul shatteringly pointy spikes.
Your cries burn into the night like white light
And I shriek with laughter (hahaha). Listen.
Our shrieks reside beside each other.
Finally, you've grown into that magnificent storm (like me);
And this ‘you’ is the you everyone would gladly pay to see--
But they’ve turned that unfaithful tsunami (me) on you unconsciously.
In spite of those (open) disguised demon like eyes--
You find me beside you everywhere you see (I wasn't just inside your weak mind)!
‘But eyes are deceivers lovely’ I cannot help but whisper-
‘And that’s all they can ever hope to be’…
And you scream again--piercingly loud inside--
Yet with such a silent echo resounding outside:
Unsure of me--unsure of you--unsure of us!
For striving for perfection broke you...
With me--you have let loose the titans of your fears and speared your skin.
Sharp. Over and over again.
Together we’ve created perfection at last--
One that is the very remnants, of your
Fine, frigid shell being ripped free of its safety;
A land once free of maddening tornadoes (yet before me it had left you happy incompletely).
Of your thoughts and actions now I am a master:
And your my seamless slave--ragingly perfect--
Your own created beautiful disaster.
Together you and I-we are a dilemma (dear Schizophrenia)
You in blame to have created my illusion...
You chose to drown within their world of fake perfection.
And I, I have gripped inside your blistering mind and black heart;
Remember? The one that was frozen at start...
And you, my lovely, sweet perfection of a Snow White Queen,
Have begun from this very night, our cursed,
'Death do us part'...
Confusing or understandable and what did you guys think? Did ou guys get it? Thanks for reading my works! <3
