I plan to tear your seemingly perfect skin completely apart.
I’ve spent months imagining exactly what it will sound like
when your screams mingle with the sharp sound of my blade
strumming your veins. Countless hours composing concertos
of love and passion, lust and pain played by an orchestra of your
muscle, tissue, lungs, and abdominal aorta.
As I finally feel your blood combine with mine - I hear it.
It’s all so beautiful. Seemingly perfect.
















Devious Comments
All beautiful.
All artistically wonderful.
Thank you for providing me with more awesome reading
<3
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"There is no 'must' in art because art is free." ~Wassily Kandinsky
Leenz
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When Tess had passed over the crest of the hill he turned to go his own way, and did not know that he loved her still.
Moving to the next.
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I saw, darling, but do lie.
It kinda seems like a comparison that little emo fucks would make.
But...for me this poem isn't exactly about music and love. It's more about pleasure and pain. It's more about the beauty within the pain.
Which may be just as overused. I don't know.
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I saw, darling, but do lie.
I saw the pleasure/pain theme from the outset.
It always seems to me, but then I'm always being called a creepy parasite.
That when you love someone, you want pull them apart piece by piece and mix yourselves together in a horrible goopy mass...
But maybe that's just me...
I don't think I'm a fan of the second last line though...
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So ends another session of wasting time with Faye...
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