"The walls are crying" she whispers to me
"They cry for your beauty" I say
She responds "No they weep for your pain"
And it's as if she understands this dying heart
Barely pumping blood through my viens
she sees the many faces, many personalities
she understands the complexity of my defense
She sees through the charade of the smile on my face
She says she loves me and I say it makes no sense
how could someone love this vicious nature?
love the way I lie and decieve?
Love the way my soul faulters?
I don't think morals when I act sometimes
or maybe I just don't care
But I forget it all....
When my fingers glide through her hair....
YOU ARE READING
The Dragon's soul Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written over the years, some are soul baring and others are just the confused ramblings of my sick and twisted mind. They call me The Dragon, these poems are my soul.
