Dust soiling cupboards, I felt alone
I needed answers, called him to come
He sounded mad, screamed to the phone
‘Damned if I know, I’m far away, and it’s 2 a.m’
You look into his eyes, don’t see pupils but flames
From his mouth, pure poetic libretto spills and spills
He’d make a good writer
But I am more dangerous with my fountain pen and quill
I could write you into my bed
Lay on soft linen built from my tears
I would hum a deadly lullaby
Watching blood spilling from your ears
And after the show is over
The silence kills us both
Sentiments and memories keep our lips sewn
A single drop of sweat is heard
It disrupts the flow of air
The harmony is irreversibly broken
Like a torn harp string can't be replaced by a wire
Your medicine is violet
It lives in your veins for free
One tiny spark and you would be on fire
But the risk is worth it, isn't it?
With every greedy sip, part of you dies
You pray for silver lining
Thoroughbred heretic in disguise
You make your knees bleed on purpose
To show what a martyr you are
Your blood is colored purple
Just like the remains of your heart
Flowers wilt at the sight of you
You're like the epitome of winter
Lips colored in a shade of blue
And your breath full of cinder
I could cry a million tears
Just to quench the fire you are burning me with
I would bring here the Pacific
Make the waves take you with them, to the distant land of myth
And like a moth in love with the light
I cling to you blindly
My wings are getting shattered, though
The idea of falling never seemed so lovely
They call me Icarus, I love what is killing me
The heat of the fire is like my gasoline
You pour it, I drink it, no place for morality
My eyelids are drooping and drooping
Until a much more vivid world opens before them
My hands are freezing cold, I gasp, I cry, is it the end?
The ground is always tough, it has no humanity
The world I built vanishes
I feel the sharp pain of reality
You made me this way
You are the culprit
You made me addicted to your blazing soul
To the constant wish of death and insanity
About the Creator
Violet Lee
English student with vivid imagination. Be kind :)
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