Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Lest a Taste
My heart is sequestered in black.
A tentative whisper flocks memory
And I'm back to affirming the impossible.
Death is beautiful, a ring I wear around my finger.
The veil thins and I can see all worlds
Enveloped in a purple gray.
The perfume of despair wafts about,
Decorating everyone in gloom.
It is a world I'm all too familiar with.
My sepia tinted dreams are banished from thought
And I yearn for the cutting of the silver cord.
My hand grabs the blade and slits,
But the cord is made of steel and a
Whimper escapes my blueish lips.
Sometimes I vow to do it all in one swift motion.
Throw out the love and rummage through my heart for
One simple reason.
Take a bite and spit it out,
Mangle it, make it have a stroke and then
Wrap the bloodied remains in satin.
Then I have my reason.
Scores of blades at my disposal and no one to stop me.
I imagine the illustrious feeling of moist life
Seeping out of me and I feel invigorated.
The notion I seduce, but seldom is the sensual escape
That I seek brought before me.
Death is hypnotic and I yearn for but a kiss,
Lest a taste would take me off and have me never return.
1-3-12
A tentative whisper flocks memory
And I'm back to affirming the impossible.
Death is beautiful, a ring I wear around my finger.
The veil thins and I can see all worlds
Enveloped in a purple gray.
The perfume of despair wafts about,
Decorating everyone in gloom.
It is a world I'm all too familiar with.
My sepia tinted dreams are banished from thought
And I yearn for the cutting of the silver cord.
My hand grabs the blade and slits,
But the cord is made of steel and a
Whimper escapes my blueish lips.
Sometimes I vow to do it all in one swift motion.
Throw out the love and rummage through my heart for
One simple reason.
Take a bite and spit it out,
Mangle it, make it have a stroke and then
Wrap the bloodied remains in satin.
Then I have my reason.
Scores of blades at my disposal and no one to stop me.
I imagine the illustrious feeling of moist life
Seeping out of me and I feel invigorated.
The notion I seduce, but seldom is the sensual escape
That I seek brought before me.
Death is hypnotic and I yearn for but a kiss,
Lest a taste would take me off and have me never return.
1-3-12
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