Feeling the blood when its oozing
The punch came right at my face, I wanted more to twitch my bones and fall down crawling with blood on face
The love has dwindled as you stare at me
Only go for the flesh and not the love
Confusing and conflating two distinct times
Where is the rise and shine mahogany mornings
Beings that twirled and danced in love
Has all of it gone lost
Has all of it become an inconvenience for you
The height of times distinct percolating in the glassed Ceiling, I saw dreams. The weather was penchant and boring, but yet you lit my face, with roses by the virtue of Moses.. You defined me.
The tea break luster and a seething prefecture everything
has now gone down the drain, to shed my pain,
of the filth and lies we tell, to each other, to who so ever,
to gain pity from the lust wanderlust
Of entering into our bodies of night raunchy
In fickled ecstasy, ideas bloom
Nerves wither, and stylizing struggles
You were, I was,
Now You are not, and Yet I am
Looking through the frame of lost conscientiousness
Of all who faced,
The passage of time and its mundane feelings
But the thoughts pained in the end,
When I did not put out my body for you.
As your hands gripped my neck, I broke for air, not able to breathe, the salivary glands percolate, I was lost in dystopia and neurosis, watching stars and space
Of please do not work like lurking sideways on Christ’s cross,
You took my head and punched my face till I bled profusely!
Moving like a headless guillotined man, meat of the filthy, and going bonkers on crappy suspense.
I see you headless, penchant surreal enigma, all in dreams or not, yet I cut myself a bit to let blood meet and not bodies.
RAAAAAW! Not sure which is more poignantly visceral about this -- the relationships like this I endured with others, or with myself.
Thank you for your commitment to writing. Keep it up.