grey smoke hangs over the ebony-cloaked night
the stars have gone, stripping the sky of its nighttime glow
but on the floor i lie
black rivers cascade from my eyes - no longer window to my soul are they for you tore my spirit with you
my fingers creep, shivering and shuddering, to the dagger you sank into my blood-drained heart
my chest heaves, head throbs, vision blurs
metal screeches in my ears from old rust and faded betrayals
i swear on the last life you took, i will either tie myself to your heart and ride with you or rip my eyes out and feed them to my starved throat when you go
the last image i see of you pirouetting away, black-dress-and-bloodied-hands-glory
say you'll take me with you and never let me go
so long and goodnight
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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...
