Title: Loving Haemorrhage
Warnings: Violent imagery, zombie love.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica :: March 31, 2005
What more can I possibly say? "I struggled and sought and fought and found, at last, a soul so beautiful that I should make it my own," to quote an old piece of Birdland, that hasn’t made it up here, yet. She once told me she was willing to spend the rest of her life with me, but she opened her hands and let me flee, when I left to keep her safe… Now I must make up all that lost time.
And witless I have set my foot upon
The shattered remnants of your broken heart
So, first I bleed for one I sought so long
You smile, no chance to flee before it starts
But could I shield my heart and turn my head?
Would I ignore this treasure finally found?
Your smile, soft and sweet, could raise the dead
And bring them crawling, lovesick, from the ground
Dead and lovesick, I, for many years
With a heart that bleeds black oils of regret
You kiss me once, and all my malice clears
The dust brushed off what I tried to forget
Shall I know peace thus armoured in your light
Or are there now new battles I must fight?
2005.03.31 :: #30