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Last Romance
Swimming on the seas of Hell,
Surfing its tides of pain
Chains and hooks are stowed on me
I look up as i see the rain
The skies crack open, as a soul makes its fall
A creature of beauty and torture, am I really in Hell at all?
For this woman of pain is an Angel
an Angel, I'd thought, only Heaven would see
I turn around, crash to the waters, as she's calling out to me
"Where am I?" she asks, and i wonder what what i should say
For now, she has died, and to Hell, she has fallen, yet in my arms she lays
I wipe her tears, and still I wonder... as i watch this young girl cry
for she and I both are dead, and to say she's allright is a lie
But, this is My Hell, and in it I'm LORD, her soul is in my arms now
and this Lie I can afford
"You are in Heaven now child" I tell her
as I caress her tears and flesh
I kiss her lips, divulge in her depths, her desires, for in Death what have we left?
Her hand grasps my chest, she screams out in pain, and says love she can not have felt
we writhe in each others arms, and when its over i taste fire on her breath
I look down at the woman I now Love to find shes the Angel Of Death.
Surfing its tides of pain
Chains and hooks are stowed on me
I look up as i see the rain
The skies crack open, as a soul makes its fall
A creature of beauty and torture, am I really in Hell at all?
For this woman of pain is an Angel
an Angel, I'd thought, only Heaven would see
I turn around, crash to the waters, as she's calling out to me
"Where am I?" she asks, and i wonder what what i should say
For now, she has died, and to Hell, she has fallen, yet in my arms she lays
I wipe her tears, and still I wonder... as i watch this young girl cry
for she and I both are dead, and to say she's allright is a lie
But, this is My Hell, and in it I'm LORD, her soul is in my arms now
and this Lie I can afford
"You are in Heaven now child" I tell her
as I caress her tears and flesh
I kiss her lips, divulge in her depths, her desires, for in Death what have we left?
Her hand grasps my chest, she screams out in pain, and says love she can not have felt
we writhe in each others arms, and when its over i taste fire on her breath
I look down at the woman I now Love to find shes the Angel Of Death.
Published 5th Jun 2010
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Anonymous
5th Jun 2010 5:55am
This reminds me a lot of Dante's Divine Comedy. The lines echoed the poet's search for Beatrice through the circles of hell, somewhat. An evocative piece.
5th Jun 2010 6:01am
Thank You. Glad you could understand where i was going. Its mankinds living quest to find what lies beneath. Is it only pain or is there love with it? There is always love and pain in life.
