the muse returns with vengeance in her thoughts
Screaming from my lungs in the colours of sunsets past
Seething as my blood boils cold at the touch of you
Seven times Ive forgiven the innocent
Seven times Ive cried in colours of the Laurette
A black veil hides your ideals and your life
Unseeing eyes appear hollow as the words you use to hold me
In the palm one hand I hold forever
In the other I hold your salvation
Clenched now forever tight trickling blood slowly towards the dirt
Leaving me scared and unable to forgive
Open a torn heart exposed to the sun burnt from your love
Ravens devour hate perched on a slender arm of doubt
Whispering in my ear your name scratched in their crackled caw
This love tastes of excess
This life stinks of extreme
© 2014 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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