Senses

Senses

Bitter is the taste,

Your nectar gives,

Upon my cheek and mouth.

So syrupy and sweet,

To touch, to kiss,

Along your bearded lips.

As mine are salty,

A tear upon your cheek,

Dripping slowly,

Across your crown,

A king in any sense.

And I, a witch,

To cast a spell,

Manipulate your heart,

Until it crumbles,

Turns to stone,

And makes a dying sound.

You And Me Too

You And Me Too

There was never a going back.

It was all just pretend.

A figment of our minds.

Thrust into reality for a moment or two.

Only to disintegrate,

Back into the realm of imagination.

And everything that was palpable.

And so very true blue.

Everything that we grasped onto,

Everything we depended on.

Just seems so phony.

It just seems so worthless.

This waste of time has stung me,

With the worthlessness of,

A once meaningful task.

The ways in which you affected me,

Are now the things that have become me, you.

And so with everything that you have made me into.

A monster, a creature.

With blood red eyes and murky heart.

With sharped senses and sandpaper skin.

Begins to form me.

The being I am.

I guess there was never really a going back.

Contrast

Contrast

The amazing thing about beauty, is that, it is only intensified by darkness. It is only more appreciated under the existence of sin. The existence of negative forces in our life cause us to admire the beauty of our world in a new and profound light. Lately the things i have seen with a new appreciation for have been...

The woods on a crisp fall day right as trees are either dead or dying. The the way the sun shines through the over brush leaving thin trails of light along the path and casting shadows down the trunks of every decaying tree.

How intricate and delicate every thorn on a rose bush is. How they almost outshine the beauty of the most perfect rose.

The molting feathers in the bottom of my birds cage. How they're grey and small, but the perfect color. Not too cold of a grey. Just the right tinge. A comforting grey that reminds me of his eyes.