A memory leaves the muse in ink
I cannot feed
I cannot weep
My pleasure comes
From the tip
Of a rusty blade
A single kiss in black
How do you talk when the radios gone
And the blue clouds send down the rain
I drag my feet on the mud soaked road
And tell myself I find a halo strange
Drenched in souls I step ahead
Draw a wintery breath
Encased in sorrows
Massacred tears an only regret
Severed wings leave a stain marked in blood
This my life I give for you and pass on heavens bless
Colour me in life on canvas drawn in crystalline hue
Slivered in a rusty blade I draw my skin for you
Several lifetimes cease to be
A smile draws a heart in two
I cannot let you begin again
So I take your life
A single kiss in black
8 comments:
Phew.... very dark, mysterious and dangerous.
Massacred tears
Severed wings
Stain marked in blood
I cannot let you begin again
So I take your life
A single kiss in black
Brilliant imagery.
Interestingly dark...makes me want to know the backstory.
epsecially liked the massacred tears.this poem speaks in a deeply personalised voice, some of whose notations still remain obscure.
You certainly know how to focus on the black dog of depression and force your reader to feel it, too. Strong write.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/12/03/therein-lies-the-answer/
Dark & Deep, but with a power that drives it forwards.
Quite an eerie atmosphere you created, wonderful write!
Severed wings leave a stain marked in blood
This my life I give for you...you offer as much religeon as you step on...smiles...color me in canvas...love that bit as well man...
Wow, Adrian, I thought I was reading pulp in some ways... I mean, not pulp as in "cheap" but as in real, bloody, take-no-prisoners writing. THis is astonishingly good and gave me the creeps, although I must agree with Brian, whether or not it was your intention or perhaps memory, there were moments of connection to, not religion, but some sort of faith. Bloody brill. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/12/04/missing-charlotte/
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