Save me, and break me
I'm a flexible piece unrelenting
It's only your hand I want to feel
Whether it's killing, or trying to heal
Death is near, no one thinks of how to flee
But, I'm glad it starts and ends with you
For you're the sea that thrills me, I rejoice as I drown deep
Oblivion, into a state of ignorance, the bed is laid, shouldn't I sleep?
Stony hearts are broken by harder ones, isn't it our duty to weep?
Pain for pacification, isn't it a riddle to keep?
As those eyes gleam a status of desire, isn't it keen?
Well, we should say it always has been
Marginal factors, excess, should not be seen, as it could be termed a sin
It's your volcano, with an icecube, an angel in hell, with a burning skin
Grasping the tears, the horrors, would you pocket them or fling?
It's a dimensional prison, separation in communication, buried treasures, still shinning within
Dozing... crashing... a picture of what? Just what is this... in my head... this unscrupulous blood flowing through my impermeable veins
A desire or suffering for what was, is, or could be?
Damaging songs creeping, ears unprotected, without a seal
It's a nonentity of accursed congregation, laughing waves of falling zeal
Dying, is it not part of the plan? Breaking away from the realm of irritability while she'll—
Survive or crash along, there's a need for her lava to carry on, it's ill—
Or deceived by judgements of the foundation, memorized conversations, one goal — to kill
So... I want no less of the fire
I want it to burn without and within
Increase the pain, higher
I won't melt if it's not felt —
The fury and flame you've acquired
The pillars of the fallen empire
The only nostalgic moment you admire
Don't be afraid, I can withstand the tears
And bridle upon me all the fears
After all... I'm the one... the one that cares....
So, save me, and break me
I'm a flexible piece unrelenting
It's only your hand I want to feel
Whether it's killing, or trying to heal
Pull me closer to this paradise, us, ravaging on the remnants of supposed sceneries.
Wrap me with your golden essence crafted by the tenderness of your erupting emotions.
Baptize me with a drop of your thirst, fill me with your hunger, dissect my imagination and implant unforgettable memories.
Anoint me with that lustre of savagery, that running avalanche of coolness and fear, sprinkle that abstract sensation all over me, pacify with calming potions.
Save me, and break me
I'm a flexible piece unrelenting
It's only your hand I want to feel
Whether it's killing, or trying to heal
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
