Author Information
Dream of Passion-Hate No Fear
Folder:
Dark Poetry The sincerest state of euphoria beneath the shaking form of stars.
In the deepest, dark emotion silver daggers clatter from the tabletop.
Under the pallor of preternatural moonlight, the pale flesh is strained.
(Hold me closer. Take me deeper.)
Stained--crimson fingertips grace the blades--slice his heart.
Bleed color from color.
Fluid strokes erase, yet add a painful sting, though the flames don't truly burn.
(Cut me deeper. Take me closer.)
Screamed in exhilarated shock and slowly snapped--backed away.
A knot formed like clockwork with sweet, predetermined passion.
And it all came tumbling down in graceful pantomime.
Single glance--darkened eyes--I knew.
(Hurt me closer. Take you deeper.)
Forced me forward on the waves of intoxication, above the shattered throws of rhapsody.
In the deepest, dark emotion, pallid skin needs not the fallen shades of desire.
And in the simplistic closure of our black haven, we fall to the others again.
(Loved you deeper. Take me over.)
