slow shivers creep up my alabaster skin
when my half-dead eyes meet your bloodstained galaxies
when my hand throbs with the warmth of yours
when you crawl through the wreckage just to pull me out into the depths of hell again
i feel my heart burn with the passion of a burden carried through longing and silence
cause baby, for you,
i would gouge out my weary eyes,
rip off my paper skin,
sever my jugular vein or whatever the hell you call it
and do it all over again
blame it on my cowardice that i can't show you just how much you mean to me
for every rose i blossomed for you, a lead-weighted bullet shreds through my brain
cause it's becoming unbearable, the price and the pain of my love
singlehandedly this betrayal will break down all my walls
and leave me cracked and open like the torrent of the falls
i just wish you'd see the lengths i'd go to to love you over my cadaver
and know deep down, i mean this
forever
YOU ARE READING
lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
