hirudinarialove

[hirudinarialove]

I still think about you but do you ever think of me? The grey veneer a hint of blue you're unaware and it saddens me you were the love of my life every now and then, the thought creeps I wanted to be your bride even though we were just seventeen jumping through these voices fleeting hearts & frequent breaks wait or out, were the only two choices leaving then to see where it takes you forgot your details so now forget about me your face never haunts cause you never showed it to me heart melts, it burn to who it ales you drink to sorben, I drink to fade.

[hirudinarialove]

He listens to my lurid melancholy, He stays on the telephone, Waiting for the tears to course through ivory, He's honey, a sweet dine. I wish him love— Love that is not mine, Saccharine to the sea, Gray to my viridity. So I ask him, "Will you marry me? I’ll be your coralline in January, And a gone mistress in February." Death awaits after the call; There's no life anymore. I am but a tainted, broken whore, Needles neat in the eyeball, Piercing the vermillion mast. I'll make your life a movie— Only me, me, and me at last. You won't leave me like Him. So I will push you away, Tarred sorrow on its brim. "I'll soak your pain," you say. "You're silly." "But why?" Sorrow is soul, and the ache won’t fade, I am a woman insane. "Why?" you ask again. Beneath the constellation, where obsidian fall I'm the star crossed bane Cursed to the cupid's call Burnt allure, the ashes is what it remains Wandering the trenches where lovers die In Love, it's all to lose, nothing to gain June to touch my sigh, only for it to leave in July. Idle, it's on my grail A dream too frail to sail The hell above cries out my name Severance is sealed in my fate For in the Heavens of fleeting fame I'm the one too late.

[hirudinarialove]

In the dead twilight, The dread of heart immense, And a tenebrous sight, I rest upon satin, numb sense. For Him, I await, In the stillness of redeemers, In the raucous cry of sinners For Him, till the end of fate.

But I, an infidel 'mongst the righteous, The nymph bellowing The priestess entangled with a God, the end is treacherous! How long the lone wolf survive, if left astray? Life holds the broken string, and Death it tarries Allure, it's a cupid's vain. End is near and Truth is what it carries The known is concealed, and unknown confessed What an absurd fallacy for the sane A world where the unholy is blessed The serpent, masquerading as a healer, is my bane I prayed His He preyed on mine Still maundering, to find that pious beam, Did I fall in love with a dream? The silver-tongued scorns The women who have fallen, the one who He failed Can do nothing but mourn. The priestess now worse than a heathen, Her devotion, now tattered, forlorn. Still, I ache, in silence, I know Whispers of 'her innocence strayed' What verity they claim, I can't show, the one who He betrayed, Lost in love's den, He who is for the men. A well- woven, heavenly scheme, Tossed around, a jester's play. I fell in love with a dream. 'It's a woman thing', they say.

[hirudinarialove]

The devil poses living with derision And He demands devotion even to the dead. but what about the one whom I bestow, the one who delves my sorrow and succumbs my dread? Whose shrine bellows my allotheism I bow to him, give him the heavens It's my betrayal to the one they chant drowning me falsely, berated and shamed Labelled a sinner for my grant "A virgin fool! A witch!", they say I'm a heathen who's gone astray blinded in vehemence, with a heart untamed.

[hirudinarialove]

For an infidel, he was their sincere prayer For a healer, he was the butcher's blade For the Holy, he was an odious despair For me, he was marred entice, i couldn't evade hungry for my flesh, I let him scavenge thrashed, wounded, left in eternal pain solely for him, his desire, his revenge allowed my ardour crumble, lost in vain

[hirudinarialove]

I stifle the wrath inside, if it ever dares to bleed out like the nectar or undulate it's smoke I suppress it, push it back inside like a mother puts it's falling child back in the crib. I let the fetus of My melancholy My fique grow, nourishing it with every breath, with every thump of the red mast, enclosed in the white casket I allow it to ruin me.