writhing
in the sweetness of pain
silences growing
in vain
broken bodies
impaled
on sweet torture
we lie awake
dreaming
half mad with desire
for the lost
causes of the heart
we’ve played our parts
the music ends
before it begins
again
3 comments:
You remind me of me.
This poem is a prophecy
You manage to strip the defenses and tear out ones most secret nightmares.
Marvelously raw and ruthless!
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