Lover by day,
Girl or boy, it was never a choice.
Elsewhere, always somewhere,
Someone else.
Killer by night,
Every scar another story,
Each memory, a tattoo burned in the skin.
Each star a soul stolen too soon.
The curtain of a call,
Lantern guide of the moon.
At her throat, blood smells it's crimson brew.
Oh so close,
Of complete control.
In the blink of light, morning dew.
She holds so close,
Conception of skin of one, of two.
Oh so loss,
Of complete control.
The lover he loved,
And the killer he killed,
Kissed and killed
Everyday was an embrace
No balance, a tipping scale.
Mask worn,
How do you control?
Just what you can't,
Just who you are.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
