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- - - BURN LIKE WINTER LEAVES - - -
I am cold, hollow and grey
One step from an empty tomb
I can not stand the light of day
The chapter’s end
Come none too soon
I walk this path before me
With demons on either side
Sealing my fate for all to see
Washing away
With the shadow tide
There is nothing left to do
Nothing left for me to learn
Take me away in blackened hues
There’s nothing left
To do but burn
I burn
I churn
I burn
But never learn
To mourn
In scorn
I mourn
Twisted and torn
I burn
I churn
I burn
But never learn
Every heart I touch
Withers away
- - -
Take another step
Into the grave
My warm hands on your cold body
Compensate for the lack of breathing
Glassy eyes watch me desecrate
Supple flesh ripe for fucking
I wish I could
Just say I’m sorry
But nothing will
Be the same for me
For me...
And as I survey the damage
Wrought upon your shell, so abused
I harbour you no ill will, so
I think I will just consume
I wish I could
Just say I hate you
But nothing can
Hide this love for you
For you...
- - -
Every time we touch we burn
Like leaves in winter
The storm rolls in
With agonized screams
But still we walk
Betwixt the dreams
Thunder heralds the second coming
Unbiased of the recent dead
Awash in arterial bloom
Twisted visions materialize
In chains of tormenting beds
Innocence lost
When violence reigns
Beneath our hands
In crimson rains
I long to taste the death
Lingering on your lips
Embrace me with your wrath
My apocalypse
Every time we touch we burn
Like leaves in winter
And every time that we die
We are reborn within a jagged splinter
The horrid screams
Precedes our waking
Rise from our tomb
Bring suffering
Cruel be the dawn upon our white flesh
But we brave the light together
To see the coming catalyst
Take this black rose to immortalize
Love forged in graveyard leather
We burn, we churn
We burn
So twisted and torn
Every time we touch we burn
Like leaves in winter
And every time that we die
We are reborn within a jagged splinter
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 25th Aug 2016
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Anonymous
26th Aug 2016 00:21am
I would love to say that I hear acoustics in the background but I actually hear Pantera's Phil screaming into the mic ~ F U C K I N G H O S T I L E. . .'cause fucking hostile is what this poem is!. . .brilliant ink, my King. . .yours, Devil~lyn.
26th Aug 2016 00:25am
26th Aug 2016 00:42am
Great piece you wrote this so well I really like the line when you say we burn like leaves in the winter
26th Aug 2016 00:46am
26th Aug 2016 2:02am
26th Aug 2016 3:03am
Thank you, my friend. I'm going to apologize for the nightmares ahead of time. Lol.
26th Aug 2016 3:04am
"I long to taste the death
Lingering on your lips
Embrace me with your wrath
My apocalypse "
My Darkest Lord Hades I feel the sheer wrath and the apocalypse that is you though I also feel the wickedly beautiful undertones in this write..
a blackened masterpiece!!!
love Crim
Lingering on your lips
Embrace me with your wrath
My apocalypse "
My Darkest Lord Hades I feel the sheer wrath and the apocalypse that is you though I also feel the wickedly beautiful undertones in this write..
a blackened masterpiece!!!
love Crim
26th Aug 2016 3:41am
26th Aug 2016 3:31am
Hades, your titles always amaze me and draw me in, and as always , your writing is stellar
26th Aug 2016 3:42am
