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Eternal
we will rise
From the ashes of yesterday....
to become the Seraph's of tomorrow
You and I,
Perfect where perfection never was
You, with eyes of marble
And I with Onyx wings
S o a r I n g
Further into an abyss
Where privacy can be stroked
by the tips of our wings
A n d
I will recite poetry of long-gone
centuries that spark volcanoes
in my cancerous heart,
and you-perhaps-
will laugh at my fondness.
Darling I never knew
You liked such symphonies
& I will tell you
That your voice is a
s y m p h o n y
My heartbeat spiking
Reaching out to t o u c h
Your own
Itself a mere sapling
Yours, a stallion
& you will whisper
all the things,
that make you sick
for my ears to chew on
my wings will stroke your
P r e c i o u s
body in an attempt to
Free your soul
(Hidden deep within)
I am no excorcist
But my eyes will bleed
to touch more than those
fire-bitten wings
and your tired lips
Forever is a fantasy
But oh how
beautiful
that fallacy is
In your company.
You will burn my breasts
With your breath
Branding me yours
In this abyss
in yesterday's
& in that of
Malignant tomorrow's...
-Author's notes-
•This was shit...
From the ashes of yesterday....
to become the Seraph's of tomorrow
You and I,
Perfect where perfection never was
You, with eyes of marble
And I with Onyx wings
S o a r I n g
Further into an abyss
Where privacy can be stroked
by the tips of our wings
A n d
I will recite poetry of long-gone
centuries that spark volcanoes
in my cancerous heart,
and you-perhaps-
will laugh at my fondness.
Darling I never knew
You liked such symphonies
& I will tell you
That your voice is a
s y m p h o n y
My heartbeat spiking
Reaching out to t o u c h
Your own
Itself a mere sapling
Yours, a stallion
& you will whisper
all the things,
that make you sick
for my ears to chew on
my wings will stroke your
P r e c i o u s
body in an attempt to
Free your soul
(Hidden deep within)
I am no excorcist
But my eyes will bleed
to touch more than those
fire-bitten wings
and your tired lips
Forever is a fantasy
But oh how
beautiful
that fallacy is
In your company.
You will burn my breasts
With your breath
Branding me yours
In this abyss
in yesterday's
& in that of
Malignant tomorrow's...
-Author's notes-
•This was shit...
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