midnight's last kiss~with the deeply intriguing Sky_dancer
seduce the word make it crawl on its knees for your disease palsied and shaken make it sin bend the truth shake it from its Hightower it never served with loyalty anyway casually spin a eulogy of baptism and menstrual blood for the congregation whisper profanities name in my ear I'm listening darling I crave vanity spilling from your lips
taste my insanity, love as it cascades from my hips life's sweet nectar pouring from my lips
enchanting, spellung mine you and me we are divine
... at least we have it in poetry (Collab with DevilsChild)
The evening sky was splattered with soft strokes of pastel hues when my eyes fell on your poetic spill flowing across the luminescent screen, carrying me along with their whispers of desire and yearning mesmerising metaphors, exotic imageries caught me in your quill With each verse I descended deeper and deeper into your being Set in a trance like the whirling dervishes losing myself was all I wanted in the ever spinning vortex of your ink I just knew those words were meant for me and that ...
With garments like the tissue of the skin in twilight with a touch of fins listening to whispers of the pine as your locks are blown by the wind of poetry written by the vagabond in liquid measures of sherry wine a storm rages inside her dark eyes her lips the palest shade of regret waiting for the faceless night to come and take her soul she's already given to the sins on the night of hollowed-out memories where life begins with garments like the tissue of the skin
Death do as you wish. Paint the skies morphine black Let a blinded artist collect Falling stars on an evergreen palette.
in an existential cesspool lay askew fractured black lotuses (unheard of solid pastures from jarring open mirage bubble) of crushed widow~ necks in latencies of chronic hemorrhagic silently culling deaths- a boggy pulldown burial betrayal... right below their distorted thready feeble reeds of tangled grounds- that for once dangles free... to severed ...
the collective eye looks inward the species of soul has pricked the conscious of the hierarchy perhaps they are more than sustenance implanted in humanities conscious...fear religion used for general enslavement
we crave their suffering harvest their pain human screams are the lullabies our offspring sleep to
tendrils across the universe detects something new on the winds coded and locked a dominion we are new to the collective eye blinks and as one we shudder