In the midst of lust.

In the midst of lust.

A Poem by Bleeding Ink Anthology
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Another old one.

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I didn’t ask for this; this I did not choose, this role is not mine, hate; I didn’t want this or imply my need, lost; my soul is crying and heart ripped but yet to bleed, torn; every memory scratched and broken; and this is not me; for I am lost; my presence scattered in the minds of many; my tears run down your face those traces of my mistakes; remember; strength covers my spirit for the tears tracing my past; to blood screaming future; forever; ill dream of tomorrow a brighter day; they say she hates to many, wont speak a name; sacred; is this I give to one, my heart, the blood even the blade used it was done; devilish; that I am I should have no heart to love like that you do so true; I need this; I need your bitter sweet insults like poison to twisted flesh; I want you; like the sharp blade needs the girls smooth neck; sacrifice; I would tear my world and give you all of me, yet; we cannot speak of this here; trust; will you give me all I want to take; will you push your everything, show me your fear; be mine; lets slit out wrists; that final everlasting kiss; I want your lips on mine; can we leave this world together; memories; carved into my mind; blood shot eyes; but you saved me; your grace like angel broke me down; knuckles shattered; hands broken; your love forces on me like I always wanted; violent; make me feel your power; do it; let me never want to live another, let me feel your strength and taste your blood; hurt me; make me want you more, give me what you’re scared to; take it; ..all from me, what you need is yours; defeat me; break me down in twisted obsession that is your love, so I can get up, give you all of me again and finally know; forever; we will face this life, open eyes and bleeding; together fingers linked knuckles battered and bruised; knowing; together; we aren’t dead; together; we aren’t helpless ;together; we prove we are strong ;together; we burn down something beautiful and set a landscape in our eyes, float away within the smoke and kiss amongst serenading angels in the dark skies.

© 2008 Bleeding Ink Anthology


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