Monsterous skin
pail as the moon upon the gray sea.
Bewilderment is the word of choice.
No voice to speak the words
no ears to hear the horrid sound.
What once was is now gone and has no breath
to scream.
Cold, clamy, and without regret.
Floating
all is now a float.
Limp, cold, and lifeless.
Twenty days are but a blink in time.
Rotting, cold, and upset.
No soul to peer through clouded eyes.
Visions torn from the light
brought to the dark.
No voluptuous gurgle escapes the purple
essence of sweet succulence.
Blue and purple circle the neck
no longer peach and ripe.
Stiff, cold, and without motion.
The fingers of grace
w
Soaked beneath that salty delicious laugh
She swore to have found the silky never ending
Kind of love and desire that freely
Scrapes this life of all its sovereign grotesque beauty
Beneath that soft sauced sworn will
She learned that love isn't what it's always Cracked up to be
Laughing she cries into the moon pierced night
With tears like hot salty daggers
She finds serenity in her insecurity
Being safe means not being hurt, torn, withered
Alone
Freely she wonders aimlessly in the webs of her mind
Confused
Crazed
Stuck with life's chortle sobbing
She scrapes her pail
Eternal murmurs morn the fire within,
Promising her sweet tastes of amber breadth.
Alone a cry is heard piercing the chilled tipped sky.
Below she's left
hovelling,
scowling,
Through the fiery darkness
a countenance of blackened looms
sketches reckless Moonbeams
across unreflected flooded Gray streets
Reeling Their damp blistered dreams without end
The delicious madness raining down on my face
Its over powering brightness burns the sun from this place
desire that seems to carest not for the soul will end all love
with silken fingers we bred the darkest sunset
Never has my eyes found such a worldly desire to love
my secret shall always cower Away from the crimson stars above
eternal Falling flows all around
the end is here
the time has Come
Monsterous skin
pail as the moon upon the gray sea.
Bewilderment is the word of choice.
No voice to speak the words
no ears to hear the horrid sound.
What once was is now gone and has no breath
to scream.
Cold, clamy, and without regret.
Floating
all is now a float.
Limp, cold, and lifeless.
Twenty days are but a blink in time.
Rotting, cold, and upset.
No soul to peer through clouded eyes.
Visions torn from the light
brought to the dark.
No voluptuous gurgle escapes the purple
essence of sweet succulence.
Blue and purple circle the neck
no longer peach and ripe.
Stiff, cold, and without motion.
The fingers of grace
w
Soaked beneath that salty delicious laugh
She swore to have found the silky never ending
Kind of love and desire that freely
Scrapes this life of all its sovereign grotesque beauty
Beneath that soft sauced sworn will
She learned that love isn't what it's always Cracked up to be
Laughing she cries into the moon pierced night
With tears like hot salty daggers
She finds serenity in her insecurity
Being safe means not being hurt, torn, withered
Alone
Freely she wonders aimlessly in the webs of her mind
Confused
Crazed
Stuck with life's chortle sobbing
She scrapes her pail
Eternal murmurs morn the fire within,
Promising her sweet tastes of amber breadth.
Alone a cry is heard piercing the chilled tipped sky.
Below she's left
hovelling,
scowling,
Through the fiery darkness
a countenance of blackened looms
sketches reckless Moonbeams
across unreflected flooded Gray streets
Reeling Their damp blistered dreams without end
The delicious madness raining down on my face
Its over powering brightness burns the sun from this place
desire that seems to carest not for the soul will end all love
with silken fingers we bred the darkest sunset
Never has my eyes found such a worldly desire to love
my secret shall always cower Away from the crimson stars above
eternal Falling flows all around
the end is here
the time has Come
How does it feel to have a heartbeat
inside your chest?
beneath the flesh
I'd give anything for a moment
to live without the wires and the mesh
that make me whole
But I am on my own
A lonley little robot has no soul
But I have feelings
A sense of being if not a sense of touch
But i suppose that I am asking way to much
Everybody has their place
and i'd best not forget it
or i will end up colder
for hearing it how you never meant it