Wounded Soul
I captured his embrace but not the thoughts of the Lotus flower I became to him.
Saturated with stardust
the time passed all around us
slowly becoming poisoned and passionate.
Sadistic became addictive
my flesh longed for more
but my soul gasped and collapsed.
My lips rolled like the waves meeting the sand.
Infused a message of deception not even I could understand.
Stranger; the able one to pick apart the stained glass, reveling broken beauty.
Blood as dark as night fell from the sky
marking our human existence on earth.
Figurative connections confuse abandonment into a nightmare of nothingness.
You knew the blueprints of my body
re aligning the mistakes leaving me brand new
but used refurbished.
Openness leaves you vacant;
pitifully you flicker for delightful company.
I tripped out on the smallest point of light as I laid silent but alive.
You crept into the cold cracks of my vary being.
I found lost parts of myself that scream
but never wanted to be found,
Sadly fear.
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