I can't help falling for your eyes
Dull and lifeless your hands are
My heart beats at your unholiness
Your cuts and bruises bleed as red as the scarlet colour of your namesake
The sharp metallic taste hanging onto my lips like a needy child
When I kiss you good night.
I could imagine you crying
Somehow I don't break from the bitter thought.
How I could walk away from you my love?
I think I know why,
Because I question
If I got close enough to trip and fall, will you catch me?
Will you help me up when all I've done was the worst?
The white sheet placed upon your body
Is strange enough but I wonder
Would you still love me if you knew
what goes on inside my head when I kiss you good night?
White is your favourite colour but you don't look like yourself now
When the blue and red lights flash upon your pale face
Now that I see you in all your gory glory
I wish to lie next to you.
Never have you my dear looked so peaceful
Nor are you now cowering away from my cold touch.
Your hands, I kiss them
One by one,
Finger by finger.
I savour this moment that I meet our end.
When I let you go.
But my love I must confess at least for once, the truth,
I can't help falling for your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poesia"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
