Jan 17, 2005 19:35
except when it's over
it's not the end
the creatures come
but never leave
slipping into black
dripping wet with jealousy
evoking the return
accepting the empty promise
stop the salvation's ring
grab at something tangible
disturbed by the witch's enchantments, she lost her heart in a sea of lonliness.
she ran for miles and still found nothing.
for love and desperation, she fled into the arms of another.
the comfort of a shallow heart ate at the hole inside.
the ease of a tender hand wreaked havoc on the foundation of her ego.
the black trees reached wickedly towards forboding grey skies, backlit by a ghastly white moon.
from a branch she hung, visible in the moonlight.
fresh tears stained the ground
at the moment her former lover was found
bloody and unremorseful.
return to her
taste of