Wednesday, March 5, 2008

I Hope the Sun Never Returns

Toss and turn in stained yellow sheets

Holding eyes tight and tight

Sighing heavily in the dark

Black tears roll down rapidly

Tension fades with one inhale

Licking lips in sensual thought

All the more better to

Keep you dancing on a cloud

Push, push harder into you

Spit out love, that's what it takes

Angel of Death haunts and prowels

Ripping, tearing, and feeding on weakness

Tears fall slowly from lustful eyes

He takes her hand, metal ring touching palm

He leads her into darkness and leans

She bites her lip, he presses hard.

Light interrupts the toiled mess

It's gone too far.

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