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I've always hated the word "Soon" |
"Still So Soon" Disillusioned and devasted, dissuaded and confused My insides feel emptier than a hollow promise Primed and armed, launched, ignited, then defused Emotions running rampant and words thrown, hit and miss Say anything please, end this cold, (and) numbing silence Apprehensive, pretensive, pensive, all too understood Enlightenment hurts my eyes, so close the blinds and valence Come back to this bed (side) of darkness and nothing good Whisper nothing, I won't hear the words lost in the night I'll just stare dead ahead at my corpse, laid alone To a coffin of lofty dreams and sobering fright "Soon," is a lifetime fun from birth to maggot-covered bone The pattern glares against a matte photo of my loyalty Hearts torn and bloody, black (and), otherwise chained I should have known better than to desire you of royalty Still I'm yours with all anger announced and lust unrestrained Enamored and glamoured, belittled and praised like a god Duality courses more than blood in my veins, red and blue Ensured and ensnared, cuddled, pleasured, packed under sod Confusion and clarity sharing synapses to know, I love you - Poet Darka |