February 11, 2010

Dark Passion

Frustration intertwined with sweet intoxication,

In which the innocence within your blood stream

Turns into passion.

Cooling confusion to substitute depression

And darkened sympathy with which

You fall apart.

Annoying train of thought with which you function,

Sweet despair to fill up your lungs,

And in your presence my thoughts turn to dust

Simple memories, shadows, and ghosts.

As I lose myself inside you

Innocence has lost its way.

A timeless seduction and form of passion,

Your thoughts are your own and not mine...

For if I invade them, there's no turning back,

Patience is an attribute I clearly lack

But as I fill your mind and shatter the line,

Proceed with caution, do not waste my time.

And on your frail cheek I will lay a kiss,

And in your naked palm my soul exposed

For that which lacks ambition

Lacks the time to move,

To try again.

In your still beating heart I'll inject my poison,

In its due time, you will be mine.

It is You

Secured in darkness you fall to your knees,

Sweet child, sweet man in transformation.

You head looks straight, your eyes ashamed,

And at me, not a glance.

Your dreams are odd, your thoughts too cold

Within your mind, a revelation...

For that which falls to dust is obsolete

And in my palm, you set your soul.

Forgive me darling if my words seem harsh

But I have seen your kind too often,

And in my innocence I'll be discrete

But you are mine, the rest are obsolete.

I'm quite demanding but quite giving too

And in your presence life seems like a game.

Disturbing and broken down

But a game I'd like to play nonetheless.

And now I'm tired of this stupid game,

Consider me the cat and quit mousing around...

For as good as you taste I'm sure there is a weakness.

I am a predator, and a skilled one too,

I get what I want and right now it's you.

I am sure to find it, no forgiveness

This game is boring me, let it be over

Who's hunting who, my innocent?

Patience

I don't have the patience to sit around and wait

The games you play are boring

And I'm losing your scent.

The hourglass is empty

And now it's pouring tears,

A vampire has drained you

And now you're desert dry,

Holding me captive at your stupid side.

All the blood that's dripping

Doesn't change one thing,

You're asking for forgiveness

But is it all you need?