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Black.Scarlet.Love (a tribute)
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
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Monday, 17th April 2006 @ 08:16:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Black hole adoration.
Scarlet writings on walls that only I can see.
Love; sadism and bliss veiled by illusion
Its dark.
And I fear Ive forgotten
who I am.
I cant see my fingers {t}{w}{i}{t}{c}{h}
But I know they are, because my whole body is writhing with them.
Its the lies. Thats what it is. Theyre all at fault because they control you.
But they love you.
So let them stay.
((Take a bite out of your arm))
((Envision the veins; bursting fireworks of blood))
((While you smile))
((Carve out the innards of your thighs))
((Because you hate the ghost hands that still wander there))
Flashes. Noises. Static.
I cant hear because my ears are hanging from the ceiling like mistletoes
>>>No lips to kiss, and I remember that December never came>>>
Tragedy hangs from the gallows of love
My head drowning in
Voices. Screaming. Death.
A little boy perishes in the arms of his mother who never was
One last agonizing cry in the life that really wasnt
Still clamoring in the hallways of my deteriorating sanity
Realizing that it is you...
You
Divine tranquility prior to chaos
Angel of darkness, yet the light of my tunnel
The Reason... for it all.
Tremulous like the dying stars that I always wish upon
Expertly tucked into a sphere of anguish
Losing yourself in the womb that didnt want you
But delusions are dressed as hope
And they are always difficult to overcome.
Tattered wings of solace enfold flawful perfection
And I cant help but love...
((Everything is nothing; remember you are that, always))
STOP.
((Youre a monster, always have been, you just never let us have a chance.))
((We are you, child.))
((The barrier is only so thick...))
The screams have ascended to greater heights as I dig myself deeper in the hole Ive created.
Twisted and bent beneath the temptation,
Spine finally shattering like fists against mirrors,
Glittering pain sharp enough to penetrate,
The skin left in shreds near the bathtub,
I like it when the water turns red.
///itchingmouthandfingersthatyearntotasteyourforbiddenplaces///
///tongueslidesacrossdelightfullysharpteeth///
///eyesflashwithpromisesoftorment///
///darling,ishallkilltheeandlovetheeafter///
That look.
Youre eyes are wide and fearful, yet they admire the demon.
And just before you can stop them
Tears, like the melted candies father used to give
Waltzing on my tongue with painful appeal
I want more than just secretions of this
Your soul of endless melancholy and decadence
I need the slippery entanglements of your entrails between my teeth
The luscious abandonment of reality within the sea of your blood
But all good to those who wait.
So I bathe in the shadows of your tortured mind,
Nails buried 6 feet deep in the tomb of your heart
Waiting and I plan to stay forever, Lover...
A festering disease in the core of your being...
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2006-04-17 20:16:30]
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Re: Black.Scarlet.Love (a tribute)
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by shelby on
Monday, 17th April 2006 @ 10:06:57 PM AEST
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Steph!!!!!!! I missed my flower! This is incredible, dark and bone cold, sending shivers . Touched with a lingering sadness and lonliness that almost hurts. I hope all is well with you dear heart.
huge making up for lost time
hugsssssssssssssss
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Re: Black.Scarlet.Love (a tribute)
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by yangdantien on
Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 03:03:34 PM AEST
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Such scope in your words I feel a 'consciousness of kindness' and poetic kinship in this piece alone.
I lingered over this:
"...((Carve out the innards of your thighs))
((Because you hate the ghost hands that still wander there))..."
I looked down upon mine and 'whispered' go into the light... Yes I claim it here know I am a thigh-ghost-whisperer thank you for this wonder filled exploration of expression connect love, the heart and the stars in a spiral of awareness.
Sheer Genius
Peace
Yang |
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Re: Black.Scarlet.Love (a tribute)
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by Lee on
Monday, 2nd June 2008 @ 06:40:48 AM AEST
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Sad. Wings. of Destiny:
a mesmerizing poem. such unique style.
good stuff |
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