The being in the Darkness
Is feared by those in the Light
Will I ever find Salvation?
Perhaps when I attain Redemption
For sins committed
A spirit so blasphemous
A mind battling insanity
There is, but, no rest for the Wicked.
The darkness is calling my name
It is luring me in
With memories so haunting
Stop. Just stop.
Facing the Fear, Hatred and Pain
As the Reaper
Embraces me with cold arms
Fear is not an option
For I shall overcome
All that has been committed
And greater than
All that has been given
Finally, Salvation has come for me.
There was a time of lost Love and of lost Innocence. A paradox is what you stood for. I gave you my hope and you consumed it. A hurricane unleashed inside of me, I had no one and nothing, but you. You turned your back and hurt me with windy words; hurt me with cruel actions. A lost Love I had found, a lost Innocence I had felt. It all comes back to me. It all comes back now, memories of you and I that could heal from within. I see your face and my heart sings with sin; my mind sings of innocence. Come back to me, lover; dearest of my heart; my love’s desire. You left me with a shattered heart and a broken smile. I will never bother you, I will never swear again, it is you I belong to. Dark lover of my heart, my dark angel. Your absence is a hole. A hole which I cannot reach out of, so dark it is my pain. My darkest desire, my darkest pain and my darkest love. Return at once, dear love of mine; for this verse is as simple as an, “I Miss You.”
Your words from across the distance
Close my eyes as they make me warm
Ethereal, ghostly, invisible
Here I am in my clothes
Trying my best to remain prim and proper.
Electronic kisses, ethereal hugs
Your flesh against mine
Wanton and cheeky they make me
Coming undone, clothes undone
Thank the heavens I am in my room.
Your kisses to my forehead
While you slide your hand for seconds
Filling me with need so unbearable
That I yearn for that bad touch
Sated and full you render me.
Clothes undone, unbridled need
Leggings, tank top and bra off
Shaking, I read your words
Many years have gone by
Since the bad touch.
Over feverish skin my hands feather
Hands trembling as I bite my lips
Heated and moist things become
I shiver, moan and turn restlessly
Whispering your name as it leaves me to shudder.