Harrow

So here I lay in bed, and dream of silk and sorrow. From dreams I wake to dread, and with your absence harrow. Yours eyes are empty pools, your skin cold and blue. And ask the darkest shadows on behalf of you.

I'll kiss the lips of demons,
Bare skin to claws and teeth.
I'll break my bones on brimstone,
Just wake my lovers sleep.

Now I lay here screaming, burning blood bone. And as the darkness closes in, his heart beats once again, and though my body crumbles, my smile still remains.

Reviews

[Romero Calderón]

I love this. Especially the last lines. Good job.