Moonpain
By colorapathy
I want to dance to strange songs,
outside in the grasping dark,
in the glistening light of the moon,
where no one can see my tarnished
soul.
to leave it all behind,
It is the closest I have ever been
to heaven.
Perhaps I am too tired to dance now,
Would you
care to help me crawl?
The darkness you are seeing is within me,
And no light can be called.
I sweetly surrender to the shadows,
and become the Mistress of the night,
Only to find as shadows lifted,
I was but a whore to heaven's light.
My soul longs for absolution,
A primal urge from within.
I give into my baser instincts,
Is that really such a sin?
Let the darkness be my lover,
Can
you hear my cries tonight?
Its a ghostly satisfaction,
To feel
the stroke of a beam of light.
I dance in the moonlight,
to the beating of my heart.
If you see me, you may watch me.
If I see you, I will part.
I will pull you to this extasy,
This burning flame of death.
And in the hour that I leave you,
I will take your soul's last breath.
Caress me gently I will
hate you,
I need anger, hurt, and pain.
The fire intoxicates
me,
be the flame within my veins.
Slice me gently with a razor,
Pull me closer to your fire.
If you burn me do not worry,
'Tis
but my soul within the pyre.
My black heart beats for freedom,
My dark soul screams for chains.
An intinsive contradiction
Eats
away behind my shame.
Hold me close to hear me whisper
Of death
and hell and pain,
And you will never be the same.
I darken
all that I reach for,
and blacken the souls of those I touch.
Don't be swallowe by my darkness.
There'll be no more straws to
clutch.
I weave a web of wicked pain
I trap myself into.
I feed upon myself
To live to feed on you.
If you come close
enough to touch me,
Please don't walk away.
Your fingers are
buried in my heart,
And I lick the blood away.
Watch me smile
sweetly up at you,
But don't make that mistake.
I am nothing
close to innocent,
Please be careful what you take.
Comments on "Moonpain"
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On Friday, April 18, 2008, Sketso
(416) wrote:
Being a fan of the "...", I use it a lot, but the overkill in this one almost kept me from reading it through. After a cut and paste, removing some and replacing them with my own punctuation (no foul intended, write as you are led) I found quite an interesting read. This seems almost desperately frenetic, as if buzzed in an effort to fight that sinking feeling?
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On Friday, April 18, 2008, colorapathy
(50) wrote:
the punctuation isn't particularly vital to me to this piece, was written in more of a stream of conciousness style. feel free to change punctiation to whatever you like. lol. Its like the desperation pleasure/pain contradiction that is my life. I really can't explain it better than the piece does. i like listening to people's interpritations of work though. It gives interesting insite into their minds.