from the muses lips I taste salvation
Bring my heart down from this harvest moon
Feeling strange, a sense of possession
My warm hands buried in the ground, taste the dirt on my tongue
Several autumn leaves cascade downwards, mottled picks of a different hue
Past my eyes, visions of yesterdays glories drift away
Will this fervent intense display of affection leave me
Left on my own to listen to the peace, between the static
Sparkles of light, almost so real I can capture them
I would never have left you on your own
Till the shadows between the words left unsaid, bled
And I scream
Till no-one hears
Until the vibrancy leaves your eyes
Coloured in jade with a hint of life
Kiss the serpent on the lips of his hissssssss
Taste the meth as it settles on my lips
Chemically enhance breath rots the memories of a foolish winter
A far cry from what I was told about you
Lie my dear as I take the life from you in segments of gossamer
Kiss you goodbye once again
Kiss
Selfish bitch
With bitter skin
I kiss you a last goodbye
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
1 comment:
dark...the meth...serpent on the lips....its painful and evocative...the screams can be heard...the emotion runs right off your words...
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