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[aid] => mick
[title] => Black.Scarlet.Love (a tribute)
[time] => 2006-04-17 20:16:30
[hometext] => It's been so long.....
[bodytext] => Black hole adoration. Scarlet writings on walls that only I can see. Love; sadism and bliss veiled by illusion It’s dark. And I fear I’ve forgotten who I am. I can’t see my fingers {t}{w}{i}{t}{c}{h} But I know they are, because my whole body is writhing with them. It’s the lies. That’s what it is. They’re all at fault because they control you. But they love you. So let them stay. ((Take a bite out of your arm)) ((Envision the veins; bursting fireworks of blood)) ((While you smile)) ((Carve out the innards of your thighs)) ((Because you hate the ghost hands that still wander there)) Flashes. Noises. Static. I can’t hear because my ears are hanging from the ceiling like mistletoes >>>No lips to kiss, and I remember that December never came>>> Tragedy hangs from the gallows of love… My head drowning in Voices. Screaming. Death. A little boy perishes in the arms of his mother who never was One last agonizing cry in the life that really wasn’t Still clamoring in the hallways of my deteriorating sanity Realizing that it is you... You Divine tranquility prior to chaos Angel of darkness, yet the light of my tunnel The Reason... for it all. Tremulous like the dying stars that I always wish upon Expertly tucked into a sphere of anguish Losing yourself in the womb that didn’t want you But delusions are dressed as hope And they are always difficult to overcome. Tattered wings of solace enfold flawful perfection And I can’t help but love... ((Everything is nothing; remember you are that, always)) STOP. ((You’re a monster, always have been, you just never let us have a chance.)) ((We are you, child.)) ((The barrier is only so thick...)) The screams have ascended to greater heights as I dig myself deeper in the hole I’ve created. Twisted and bent beneath the temptation, Spine finally shattering like fists against mirrors, Glittering pain sharp enough to penetrate, The skin left in shreds near the bathtub, I like it when the water turns red. ///itchingmouthandfingersthatyearntotasteyourforbiddenplaces/// ///tongueslidesacrossdelightfullysharpteeth/// ///eyesflashwithpromisesoftorment/// ///darling,ishallkilltheeandlovetheeafter/// That look. You’re eyes are wide and fearful, yet they admire the demon. And just before you can stop them… Tears, like the melted candies father used to give Waltzing on my tongue with painful appeal I want more than just secretions of this Your soul of endless melancholy and decadence I need the slippery entanglements of your entrails between my teeth The luscious abandonment of reality within the sea of your blood But all good to those who wait. So I bathe in the shadows of your tortured mind, Nails buried 6 ½ feet deep in the tomb of your heart Waiting… and I plan to stay forever, Lover... A festering disease in the core of your being... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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