about the poison of love, (needs paragraphing and grammar to be fixed, its an early piece) |
Born again, Not without pain and sorrow, But, for the endless feeling of lust, Of love and of friendship, That harbors no doubts, no fears, no rejection. The blind trust of many souls wander endlessly, But, mine shall be rewarded, Such logic shall not fail me, And it burns within my very veins, This feeling, This fire hot and white, Against my still beating heart, And despite all odds I shall prevail, I will stand tall, And the glimmer of hope that shines within, Is a beacon for the lost. I alone triumph over pain so great it threatens to destroy me, To consume me, The dark pit of horror that claws, That gropes, that binds me. I struggle, I fight, I must be free. No force can withhold what is rightfully mine, What I seek, What I need. And the fire burns higher with every action, With every thought, With every feeling, I devote to thee, It threatens to consume me, But such a companion I would never be without, Despite the danger, Despite the fragile nature of such beasts, My shattered heart still beats though wounded, Growing ever stronger, And the rush of blood, That fills me with each beat, Sings and calls to me, Survive. Because nothing can be greater than prevailing, Than taming the savage beast, That so enthralls me, Captivated, Awed and trembling with fear, I watch the beast grow within me, I welcome it as its claws bite so sharply through my flesh, Poisoning my veins, I smile at the monster as it feeds upon my flesh, I do not wish for it to leave, For I would miss its absence with such ferocity, That I would tear apart my very heart and soul to find it. I would sink into a reverie so deep, So black, That to escape would be a miracle, I must cling to the beast, The burning fire that claws and bites at me, And hold it close to my heart which still beats, With ever increasing pleasure, At the wounds inflicted by this devilish creature, And the poison coursing slowly through my veins |