Is it still beating in the dark
Or it stopped it’s transitory life?
You won’t get through this night
You won’t survive
Little doll, kind marionette
White cold pale hand
Painting with dust that lost sunset
Playing and hoping for a dying belief
Searching to reach
To retrieve that belonged to me
Sweet lies licking my wounds
Touching dreamsky of my never existing world
Mercy won’t give me it’s sweet embrace
Black sinful heart doesn’t deserve that pure grace
Path you’re following for so long
How far could it go?
To what your heart belong?
Soothing rain to cleanse blood on your lips
To erase the pain from poisoned kiss
Sweet taste of luring wine on innocent hips
Dead silence swallowed that breaking sigh
You’re sinking in the bloodred moon night
Slowly agony is fading away, flowing with time
Seductive whispering to your trembling heart “You’re forever mine…”
Follow the path, reach the deepest pleasure of night
Taking you high to the dark blue sky
Of hopes and love oaths…
Enter the dark lustful world
Of neverfading dreams
Neverspoken, nevertold
Lead me to the mirror of sins
White pale hand wrote dark window of her heart
Dreambound dance of her shadow in the mirror of night…
Great poem dear…
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Thank you sweetie!! I just needed to put it all somewhere..
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So you did it pretty well! It's a bit sad, but it's a amazing poem! ♥
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He he, thanks. This is an autobiographical one.
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