The alcohol upon
my lips,
a teasing
promise for what I hope to forget.
You undress me
with your eyes.
Wanting me fully
exposed.
and with that I
try to hide,
but it was I you
chose.
You brush my
skin, with the want to feel within.
I shut my eyes
tight, losing the last ray of light.
You grasp my
hair,
and my heart you
begin to tear.
My body begins
to burn,
it's pain I
quickly learn.
I bite my
tongue,
tasting the
blood.
Past becomes
present, and images begin to flood.
Reckless.
Helpless. Shameless.
I lay there dead
but awake,
with my spirit
you simply take.
Your hands
wrapped around my throat,
losing air I
begin to float.
Muffled sounds
in my ear.
Too scared to
show any fear.
I smile wide
with a wicked grin,
dawning on me
that it's about to begin.
Shards of glass
begin to rain.
The darkness
consumes us whole.
My skin, your
teeth... insane.
No sight, no
window, no soul.
My scream
beckons you.
A ghost with a
whisper to the wind.
A permanent
purgatory.
Because I have
sinned.
Your hands laced
in mine,
with a cold
knife on my neck.
Telling me
sweetly
that it'll only
hurt for a sec.
My eyes begin to
glaze,
I refuse to cry
at the moment.
I force myself
into a daze.
To a time of
contentment:
He holds me
gently,
a soft kiss on
my cheek.
My heart beat
quickens,
my knees go
weak.
A purple flower
he lays in my hand.
A blissful
memory
with our feet
tucked into the sand.
He looks into my
eyes,
with a feeling
of love;
like I was an
answered prayer,
sent from above.
His arms hold me
into his chest,
like we are one,
and I better
than the rest.
Yes, he chose
me.
To kiss, to
love, to kill.
And I am forever
at his will.
He is all I see.
His sunset eyes
and sunrise voice,
and now he makes
his choice...
Presses the
blade,
quick and cold.
This is the last
time
he has to hold;
hold me alive
before my last
breathe.
Loving you, even
in death.
My struggle for
the last bit of
air.
You don't hide
your disgust,
nor do you care.
My heartbeat
ceases to exist,
and I have
become lifeless.
I open my eyes
and see your name.
I trace it with
my finger upon your grave.
My eyes begin to
blur knowing that I cannot be saved.
a trail of wet
fire blazes down my face.
I have no saving
grace.
For I am dead
among the living.,
and you have
moved on taking all the winnings.
It is then I
allow myself to cry.
Bracing myself
on my way to die.
Alcohol bittersweet
on my lips.
Your hands hug
her on her hips.
I walk out the
door into the night,
deciding that I
lost my will to fight.
A ghost
wandering in the streets,
with not even
one single heart beat.
And I see it in
my minds eye,
you kiss her and
feel like you can fly.
an old feeling
you felt when I was alive.
But I've faded
into the black with saying no goodbyes.
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