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Still As A Knife
In the still of the morn I wait
as darkness silently screams
at me inside
needles pierce
last loose threads of skin
and still
I wait with the pain
ready for it to call out my name
to cuddle up in my arms
to caress my veins
my heart
my vines
am I alive
bring to me life I demand
where one can stand
and breathe
in your effervescence
make love to me
all afternoon
in the desert of despair
where time has cut her throat
and she no longer cares
I run these fingers thru your hair
as you sleep so soundly
hopelessly seduced, so helpless
at your beauty I stare
watching
as a heartbeat
slowly
disappears
as darkness silently screams
at me inside
needles pierce
last loose threads of skin
and still
I wait with the pain
ready for it to call out my name
to cuddle up in my arms
to caress my veins
my heart
my vines
am I alive
bring to me life I demand
where one can stand
and breathe
in your effervescence
make love to me
all afternoon
in the desert of despair
where time has cut her throat
and she no longer cares
I run these fingers thru your hair
as you sleep so soundly
hopelessly seduced, so helpless
at your beauty I stare
watching
as a heartbeat
slowly
disappears
Published 26th Jan 2020
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26th Jan 2020 6:19pm
26th Jan 2020 8:19pm
it must be all the wine, but i got serial killer vibes from this {i mean that in the nicest possible way ltm} it may be the word choices which lean more towards an obsessive/stalking observation converse to your usual diction.
like i said, its the wine :)
loved this tho
like i said, its the wine :)
loved this tho
27th Jan 2020 00:52am
