You drift across this virgin page
Obsidian pools of ink
Corrupting this page's purity
With your complex darkness.
You dance on this paper
Like a ballroom floor
As your body
Let's your black soul
Like blood
Stain this white ocean
Where you danced to death.
I possess this
Disgusting passion
To splatter your life
Across this page
And use
The liquid of your veins
To translate
The language of my mind
You are unnecessary.
A minuscule mark
On the sea of virgin white.
Irrelevant.
You are unworthy
Of the swines deprecation.
Your actuality causes impurity
And the world would be blessed
If the lenses of existence
Were purged of the memory of
You
.
Your eyes shimmer and come alive
Sending iridescent stars
Through the obsidian sky
That separates our parallel universes.
You are enveloped in me adoration
And the waterfalls that cascade
From the windows to my soul
Store something so vibrant
That limning does an injustice.
Our synchronised hearts
Are bound together
By a beating drum
Delicate as your palm
Violent as your turbulent cries.
Your rubicund face births hope
Formed in the manifestation
Of passion and desire
Merging in alignment
With the diamonds scattered across the galaxy
Answering every prayer
Whispered in the youthful hours
You are my child
You drift across this virgin page
Obsidian pools of ink
Corrupting this page's purity
With your complex darkness.
You dance on this paper
Like a ballroom floor
As your body
Let's your black soul
Like blood
Stain this white ocean
Where you danced to death.
I possess this
Disgusting passion
To splatter your life
Across this page
And use
The liquid of your veins
To translate
The language of my mind
You are unnecessary.
A minuscule mark
On the sea of virgin white.
Irrelevant.
You are unworthy
Of the swines deprecation.
Your actuality causes impurity
And the world would be blessed
If the lenses of existence
Were purged of the memory of
You
.
Your eyes shimmer and come alive
Sending iridescent stars
Through the obsidian sky
That separates our parallel universes.
You are enveloped in me adoration
And the waterfalls that cascade
From the windows to my soul
Store something so vibrant
That limning does an injustice.
Our synchronised hearts
Are bound together
By a beating drum
Delicate as your palm
Violent as your turbulent cries.
Your rubicund face births hope
Formed in the manifestation
Of passion and desire
Merging in alignment
With the diamonds scattered across the galaxy
Answering every prayer
Whispered in the youthful hours
You are my child
Your eyes shimmer and come alive
Sending iridescent stars
Through the obsidian sky
That separates our parallel universes.
You are enveloped in me adoration
And the waterfalls that cascade
From the windows to my soul
Store something so vibrant
That limning does an injustice.
Our synchronised hearts
Are bound together
By a beating drum
Delicate as your palm
Violent as your turbulent cries.
Your rubicund face births hope
Formed in the manifestation
Of passion and desire
Merging in alignment
With the diamonds scattered across the galaxy
Answering every prayer
Whispered in the youthful hours
You are my child
i would like to say depression
comes with poetic thoughts,
that i weave my sadness into pretty
things and butterfly wings-
that the gaunt faces and sunken
eyes carry haunting beauty;
ethereal light glinting upon jagged
cheekbones and fractured wrists.
but...
...it doesn't
it's silent and sad
and it crushes beauty
like rose petals
beneath its feet.
trying to make it lovely will make you ill,
because that's what it is:
it's an illness that crawls through punctured veins,
it's an illness that hides in crippled brains,
all those protruding bones and grevious groans
they are not beautiful-
they're sick.
Your heart, oh how your heart
called for me, how sweet was the sound.
Oh, and your eyes, how your eyes
shone so bright I couldn't look anywhere else.
And what of your hands, you wonder,
what was with your hands that I found mesmerizing?
Perhaps the fact that they could hold my own hands
and my throat at the same time.
Or perhaps I'm just as messed up as you are,
for staying with you is making me alive
but I'm feeling cold.