dedication to the dancers (with Tim)
By indefined
my fingers corrode
as they sweep the seas
of succulent screaming
darkly deriven dreaming
viciously violent streaming
the burning sun brings
the star. of my thinning blood
to a seething slow.burn.boil
now to enslave these
splintered thoughts
and pay court to
the demons derivatives
however deluded the
weave may become
a frozen embrace with
splint fractured fears
my hysterical
wonderland of malice
a glasshouse of
sinking souls
a mental generation
of seething straits
riding the currents
on a ship of bone
sails of skin and flesh
strung with sinew rope
life at the helm with
death as a rudder
and hope a steel
barbed anchor
my northstar
has led me into hell
in surrealitys
domineering embrace
an ostentatious shade
of obsidian flow
betrays the man's
impassioned pleas
a denial of eclectic
winged wonders
nikesrain
sinners bane
sinful tears of decadence
twilight of my apocalypse
elegantly kissed by
angels of death
my face corrodes
a gaze sweeps the seas
of succulent screaming
darkly deriven dreaming
erotically violent bleeding
as my jadedcoldblood sunset
savagely swallows the frustration
of my husked humiliation
Author's Note:
repostComments on "dedication to the dancers (with Tim)"
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On Wednesday, July 2, 2014, Malice In Wonderland
(976) wrote:
this still gives me goosebumps, even now, after all this time has passed. You've been missed, old friend. :)