I Gave Up, But I Am Still Trying...

...To Make This Feelings Reach You

You did it once more, mistress

With a wave of your hand

I have been born anew

Made of your very flesh

You did it once more, mistress

I was not the exception to your arts

I was not the one in your heart

Because you try and grow friends

And ends, results of rose bouquets

With nothing but the smell of weak flesh

But made from your essence

My mind might belong to you

But you will be sacrificed for us

As I clean the pools of blood

That lay on your wax floor

And he, he will nail you from head to toe

To make sure you have nowhere to go

Nailed down into a remorseful demise

And you will shed red bouquets from your eyes

You did it once more, mistress

Turned me into a crying child

With a ridiculous whim to fulfill

Only tears of scarlet will pay the bill

And in the crimson of yours, speaking far more

Than thousands of words, from your quivering lips...

You have done it again, mistress

And I would enjoy my grim silence

Fuse to your endless speech

I would hope you realize what you've done

Once the last of the nails has gone

Into the walls of fantasy you thought would never break

Because the clock has stopped the moment

I met a chair with your name

And a rope with mine

Author's Note

...What is there to say about this...?

Reviews

[serpent]

it suprises me that why your writes are not commented upon...
this write in particular...anyways...
its a very piognant piece... the love for mistress slowly captures the soul of the writer so much so that there seems to be noone else who exists for her..other than her mistress ofcourse...the silent pain and sadness that your words have captured and made their own is infinitely deep and immensely beautiful!
left me in chills!