Red Redemption

Bleeding hearts march up into my head.
They call me cauldron, too.
While there's love being made,
belayed, 'trayed and lost,
for there's a spot on our tongues
that cries out for lust
yet it's a stranger;
and we shall await.

It's his arrival or hers
that keeps us tripping on words
that can be found in the books that I read.
Maybe a stranger or danger,
yet we've nothing to fear, for
the love I create will set free.

It's the love of a cocktail humanoid.
he's coming after;
closer to me.
As I never wanna breathe
or make lungs to take wing,
he's just the love created,
the lust un-forsakened,
wherein for now,
I've got a lovely stroll to lead.

And while I lead it, do I find
my mind was driven mad to circle,
where I cry and weep
for the death to take me in.

And here I stand

to watch you cringe in circle,
begging now, 'til blue and purple
while these rumors spoke
kept you aligned.

but I now walk the midnight's chalice,
and I smite the smitten bird.
In this eternity, we all some day,
will speak with the written word.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Sweetened rhymes pay a compliment to your meaning as images are portrayed through your words, a rhythm continues to flow throughout your sentences as a darkness seeps across the pages, a classical voice whispers through the created melody, beautiful.