Kiss of Death

Have the birds sung to you lately?
What did they sing?
Was it songs of pure bliss, or a devilish dream?

Were you caught dancing, or dying?
Or suffering in between?
Like the rest of us here in what we perceive as life... in reality is
Purgatory.

Have you danced lately?
Barefoot in the moonlight? Like we used to on warm summer nights?
I dance in my dreams- I hear your laugh,
I almost see...

Have you thought of me lately? Or was I a dream?
A nightmare disguised,
A sin... accordingly to your Holy.

Have you touched my face, and my lips, or gazed at the sky,
Let's be honest now sweetheart,
The stars are my eyes.
So distant and glistening, alluring at best...
But we both know my kiss, is that kiss of sweet
Death.

Reverie

The bitter winter reverie set in
The frost nipped her pale skin-
She clawed and clawed until her fingernails bled.
These voices, their screaming...
inside of her head.

Was
So
Intense.

Pulsating, through her veins
A poison of love, and rage
She found solace when joint, yet a hollow hell when distance struck.

She had felt this way before.
Hollow.
Distant.
How could she breathe?

Lost at Sea

She dove into a sea of tears, with the riptide pulling her further. Gasping for air, she reached at the hollow air- She clamped on with hope, yet she sunk like a ship.
As her lungs filled with the cool, refreshing, saltwater- she closed her eyes.
She was calm.
Serenity was the only option, at the point of no return.
She inhaled deep, and the pressure was intense,
But she felt as if she was breathing the purest, summer air.
A face appeared, a familiar one,
That of an angelic addiction.
She smiled, and the face smiled back.
Whispers danced through the bitter cold, yet comforting sea.

Would this all be just a dream?
Or a fatal reality?

Step Not So...

You're a trick to them all, a semi-pretty smile.
A "huge huge heart," is what they think for a while-
Until your colors shine through- the ice in your eyes,
"Watch the real sweet ones," are words from the Wise.

You have them all fooled,
But you get what you give-
For now a mirage, but karmas always a bitch,
She taunts you through kind words, when reality is:
You're her only competition, because you are his kid.

He's blinded by "love"
Although we know what's real-
The way he once looked at mom,
Is not how he feels.
He's pushed and resisted- but can never forget
For when he looks right at me,
He sees my Mother instead.

My Sin

So you're back again,
My sweetest sin,
In my darkest hour...
Pure heroin.

You call my name,
I let you in,
But not too close,
For fear-

My sin.

Grasp

Secrecy in desires haunts the majority,
While mindless freaks - tiptoe through the night, embracing their normalcy.
Where has the dying gone? Are they in purgatory, or in a heavenly bliss?
A substantial question which lingers the minds of the inquisitive. The entire flawless fallacies that creep through our demonic obsessions.
Beauty dances in the night with skeletons hand in hand,
Preciously tiptoed, in Pointe shoes- slowly dancing out of our closets.
Freakishly beautiful in the night, as the pale moon shimmers from a distance, through the window of lovers.
Why have you betrayed us, sweet sun?
The stars are the only flaming, glimpses of hope, the dead grasp onto for life.

Toxic Taste

Here I am ...
Lost again,
Searching for an answer- but not actively.
I close my eyes and see shades of Blue.
Damn the Blue.
The Blue, of two.

I lead several lives, within my dreams, and reality.
It sickens me - the darkness that I enjoy, the endless
Dark possibilities that I embrace.
I look for guidance, and acceptance- In pure knowledge that I am destined to be known for a destructive, and fatal attraction.

Attraction so pure, that the world won't be able to deny it's beauty.
Yet, my demons will eat me,
As I eat my prey.
First with the taste of a bleeding heart, and second with the inhale of a soul.
A lost soul, so pure and toxic,
But so sweet in it's taste.