By it dosent matter
Date: 2008 Jul 11
Comment on this Work
[[2008.07.11.02.19.12591]]

what tis this..


what tis this
what binds the heart an makes it thine
this force what rips within
bloods anew with anguish fresh
created from an angry kiss
twisted nerves of steel on bone
heights of passion forever unknown
silvered down to unmet bliss
in minds eyes heavens tryst
whilst true knowledge counts it
as what may never be
but for all else this fated eve
love encountered what more denied
a soul sacrificed call it mine
and blood the ground so its fresh
scars are open pain is met
fevered heart shape name it thine
this where my nightmares come complete
as dreams are only meant to realize
what in daylight may not be faced
and i let you slip away
never knowing this i feel
fear i have of this too real
to be bound to one so strong
loose ones self to this very bind
and to never know or truly care
when self its self is lost at last
as i find myself this creature's cast
one more to howl at your feet
no i will not let this happen
thoughts of mine as you walk away
never knowing my heart grinds at your feet
without a thought of that i would care
without a thought i would ... truly ... care...