The dark princess

Here, where empty roads come to die
and where the night comes to haunt -
surrendering with every new morning
the sunlight is but an innocent reminder
of the solemn intricacies - boldness of life.

Around us, voices once comforting,
now seem a noise so insufferable
that the very acknowledgement
of its existence is a dry souvenir
buried within my thirst for silence

Here, between the shadows
nothing exists, but for hope
your gentle gust of courage
drenched in weakness
imbedded between thoughts
a pleasure and a solemn smile...

My voice is no longer the voice
I know, my eyes almost different
my heart quiet as white lace
my nails blunt blades
my song your death

is it not for this rose, crimson petals,
and the last kiss before we dream,
that we continue?
sailing though the unknown as visitors
adversaries amongst the last angels,
the eloquence of splintered light
on the edge of night...

I no longer bow down to your lips
for that kiss almost designed of remorse
inside your breath I find no warmth,
as before, my only muse
I do not touch you for love
and I do not watch you for beauty

before me you are naked
against me you are life
inside me you are no more