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For music on the rose the moment is like her beauty love is yet honey for me lost in my own thoughts The nighttime sweetness the blessed union of dark and light The salty taste of your flesh lingers on my tongue. The midnight sun that never sets lives on the dark side of the rainbow, and all there is to see is nothing at all as a butterfly flies by screaming at the top of her lungs. And the nighttime lingers on forever inward pressing as outward I push to release myself unto you forever growing stronger as grows my love continuing on forever, forever will it be yours. |
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Whisper in the garden still eternity soars on when the repulsive black petal slips off my lazy tongue and the moment heaves as the delicate shadow runs and the death of the rose wallows beneath my vision as silently the screams blind as sunlight uncovers all the mysteries of the darkened corner |
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In the darkness' hallows her screams fill my worth as unholy I become unaware of my surroundings repenetance to you as your pleasure fills my soul, the void in my current life.
My heart pounds in your hands as falsely you love me and yet uncaring I am to the factuality of the words that you call out that I scream as they echo into the inky blackness of the sheet we lay upon.
again and again, harder and faster, the beating of the horses' hooves ring clearly in the night As my knight in shining armor will come to take me away when never and forever meet on an unholy day of forgiveness.
and outside the angry rain poundiung down against my exposed milk-flesh demanding allowance to intrude and penetrate beyond my skin and the inner workings of my mind, thoughts and soul.
and false tears shed for you fall and rippling in the puddle I stand in of the rain sliding off me and are lost amongst their brothers of tears shed by all and I must continue to love him and no one else. |
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The moment whispers of the delicate petals lying beneath the garden. The moon shadow traces lazily across my repulsive vision of eternity as silent dreams envelop and consume all those who dare to slumber. And the seafoam lathers upon the snore of dreams srubbing raw a dreamer's thoughts distorting and disrupting the perfect images of lovers intertwined cuasing them to turn and somersault in unimaginable positions swimming in the sea foam's lather cleansing their souls as their bodied become unpure intertwining and heaving as ectasy over comes and comsumes and envelopes the silent dreamer watching the lover's dance and frolick in the foamy dreams of all those who dare to slumber drowning in their dreams. |
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The midnight fire burns brighter as the sun sets in the east and rises in the west to welcome the new day after the unholy nights of last week come crashing back into my memories of love and unbridled passion tumulant in my dreams that keep me up all day long and float with spectors in the night painfully radiant green against my red mind flaming with the midnight fire that burns brighter as the day reaches morning and the time to rest forsaken to those who met their destiny in my dreams that flow like the Nile into the far reaching oceans and are swept away only to be eaten by a bigger fish in the small pond I and confined to as the biggest fish that no one can see but everyone wishes they were me flaming with the passionate desire that lives and flows through the veins that are erroded by the midnight fire that competes to light the midnight sun that won't set because it doesn't want to eternally burning brighter because it is stubborn enough to never extinguish myself in its glory like the bug stuck to the palm of my hand that squished when I fell and had no hand to help me back up and so had to fight back to see the light of the midnight fire stark against the sky illuminated by the midnight fire that never sets in the eastern skies above seen from a little pond distorted by the lies the fishes have been fed since the day they could talk and comprehend their insignificant lives until the day they will be fried for dinner when the midnight fire that burns brighter trying to light the midnight sun that will never set. |
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