Lover
By edenscancer
I walked to hell today with your name on my lips,
where...
semen soaked childhood spoke like rust in my head,
while the grease ground held me tight like magnet sick,
where...
I carried your soft eyes in my hands to light the dim darkness
where dreams fade and light ebbs into the fading light of winters web
where the faces blur blind to binding blindness and angels hopes are dead
where my horrors play with kinder toys
where boys and girls are fed to girls and boys
where nightmares cease ceaselessly to be dreams
and the real hurt never ends
and the real monsters are the ones you can feel but can never see
I carried you with me
I walk through the dark between the day and dawn where real hell spawns
I waited there waiting for hell to come
and I said your name
and smiled
Comments on "Lover"
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On Thursday, September 23, 2010, Ladyhawke
(392) wrote:
I so love the ending. Great write. Keep it up:)
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On Monday, August 18, 2008, insanemonroe
(15) wrote:
wow i love this, your quite an amazing writer-kat monroe
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On Wednesday, November 15, 2006, Mylissa
(825) wrote:
Brilliant! I love this...full of emotion I can feel you. Simply beautiful.
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On Tuesday, November 14, 2006, verablue
(106) wrote:
you are quicky becoming a favorite.
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On Wednesday, October 11, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(560) wrote:
This was dreamy like Cicre said it was all surreal but as real as the everyday when I awake. This was incredible the images you conspired into my mind, the heart flutter and lost abandonment~Gothic
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A former member wrote:
you have a different style.. dreamy, gentle, though aware of yourself in these situations.. as if writing emotions come naturally, quietly perceptive.
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On Saturday, September 30, 2006, Dei
(663) wrote:
Oh EDEN! its bee ever so long. This was beautifully written. Kudos.
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On Saturday, September 30, 2006, Drifter
(265) wrote:
Aunty got it right. Nice post.
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On Saturday, September 30, 2006, Aunty Depressant
(423) wrote:
Eloquently put, illuminating the harsh reality of seduction, abuse. How this is written, I can feel it, even thought I don't want to. Oh, how the heart adapts to keep sane.