Storminside

Splinters of you hide under her skin, A crass conflict, Without relief or conscience, You collude with her. Your feral touch heals her, Drunk on desire. Splinters of you hide under her skin, A signature.

She sucks in her breath, Her teeth aching from the taste, A sour signature, Her lips pursed and waiting. She is unwound, Like muscle to your bones, A crass cruelty, Her youth is lost to him. Often she holds herself, Yellow fever beckoning, A taken truth, Her strength is unmoved. She waits for the rain, Her skin ready fo be cleansed, An unholy baptism, Her mistakes lay grey and cold. She swallows the smoke, An easy perfection, A solitary silence, An ending.

A groan of frost, As lashes meet skin, As lips meet flesh, I return to you. A spirit unbound, Lay upon the debris, Of the unspoken, I return to you. A fractured rue, Of broken men, Lenders of truth, I return to you. A moment in time, Of enemies and friends, The grip of grief, I return to you.

They filled with sand, Thousands of grains of gold As she drew the line; Neither future nor memory, Just a epitaph to the edge of the world.

The blur of reflection, Edging ever closer, Touch it, Touch it she urges, Push your fingertips through, Let the darkness drown you. Beneath the surface, A painted portrait, Of white feathers, Break it, Let the weight of illusion, Fill your lungs. The shadow of you lies, Like your lips, Your hands, Around my neck, Crack. You are my mockingbird. Fight me to the earth, The grit and shit, Congratulations, The enemy of my memories, You are Peter rabbit, You are him.

And I will take this time to unstitch my faults, Whilst you carry the weight of your world, Because there is no doubt in my mind my love, That I could never be yours, That I could never be yours.

He was beautiful, Black hair sweeping his olive skin, A warmth that is inviting, His hands upon me, He brings me close, Whispering he's been watching. The little death, It's French and reminds me of you, A something so new, So dangerous, Alluring, A temporary foresight of freedom. I am a moment, Changed and of change to come, A sweetener, No longer grey, Your hostile touch, Bringing a life to flesh unbound. So take her, Against this backdrop of darkness, A tide unturned, His mind his own, A passion in protest, A momentary bliss he breathes within her.

You should close the door my love, You're not my first, To be a moment of bliss, A reminder of disbelief. We should just let it be, Watch it slip away, Your lips upon my skin, Wash away the sleepless dreams. It's time for me to leave, You were my weakness, No more she cries, No more my love. As the moments pass, So will the pain, The stolen nights, Where we were truly one, But it was a wish, A hope that you could heal me, The cure to fix my broken soul, Don't be sad my love, Tonight I will drink to us, To everything that was, To everything we were. It's time for me to leave, You were my weakness, Think on me no more, No more my love.

He looks at me like I am his And he is mine, An irony of you and I, And it's divine, To think that our story was any more, Than simply time.

The dark ink, that writes its name across my soul, my quiet stain. Shelters all my private sins, Her velvet arms caress my skin. Whisper’s old and wicked things Sparks cold fire, that burns and stings. Away from eyes that seek the light, Devours me, the blessed night.

Sometimes fewer words mean more: We've both lived a thousand lives, and passed each other a thousand times. But in every single instance darling, my stare at you has stayed the same. So forgive me for wavering, and for any delay I caused. I had to check every pair of eyes you see, to find the same ones in which I got lost.

The dreams of an introvert, dark, black and white. Grey skies. No sun. We fall victim, to the whispers in the wind. The hopeless dreams of dreamers. You promised me forever, but forever was just awhile. And if awhile is forever, forever isn't very long. The dreams of an introvert, skies no brighter in the day, as when it is night. Black skies. No sun, no moon.

Upon a bed of feathers broken at the veins as if to drown the world in the crimson blood of molting angels. I lay here drunk and intoxicated by the memory of the feeling of our last kiss. Watching the rest of the outside world and its people rot themselves in their own sorrow filled corruption But the suffering of humanity can mean nothing to me now Not until I can fly out of this hole where feathers of molting angels fall and bleed for these broken feathers and bloody wings remind me of how I lost you and my dreams replacing them with nightmares as my wings were shorn off by angels By command of destinies fury So I will lay in wait u

He looks at me like I am his And he is mine, An irony of you and I, And it's divine, To think that our story was any more, Than simply time.

Run to them, they shall give you comfort. Kiss their ideas and shells of flesh, these shall make you a happy. Serve their purpose, you shall end up with glory. Fulfill what is not spoken about, you shall smile in satisfaction.