Sonnets and curses
“Sing me your chants, amuse me my love…”(Ch
ur
Ch-
1804*C^T)
I hear you walking down the hall and like an earth quake mybody shakes afraid to feel the pain or your cold handafraid to hear the razor sharp words that pour out of yourevil mouth afraid that in any minute I could be lying onthe floor with no feeling just bleeding I hear you open mydoor a shearing pain runs through my body the door comesflying open almost as if trying to escape its hinges all Ihear is a muffled screaming like a pillow over your head ina thunder storm.***
In tiptoe I had walked down the hallway…one step at atime slowly pacing and rested a light feet on this rugged carpet, stained with spilled bottle of wine through it.*** The sun just sunk right after dusk. I can hear the batsflipping their broken wings as they take their flight…unlatched the door and slammed it as I entered --- You are here, what a pleasant surprise…waiting for me perhaps?--- Unto what honor do I owe you with this little charadeof yours?
"I love you baby, I always will do."
--- Oh! Nonsense, do you? Is that your sacrifice or simply your sweet surrender…? I believe you have just spokenconcisely and directly to me now, care to leave and pleasetake your stinking carcass with you, or should I leaveinstead?* Chuckles--- But you are in my territory, aren’t you, you gatecrasher?
It’s okay if you turn me on and leave Just know that youaren’t going to hurt me I left my heart just to feel you Soyou can’t hurt me like You always do You left me here inthis pain without a goodbye Couldn’t God have just let yousurvive? Why is it always so hard to stay strong? Barelymaking it through, moving slowly along. Until I foundsomeone that means the most to me She makes me feelalright, like we’re meant to be Like you passed on a pieceof heaven for me In the form of my beautiful Angel,Catherine Society may deem it “wrong” but why? Nothingwrong with love unless it passes you by I love you baby, Ialways will too. Life is so much better with you.
--- Should I make amends from taking a flight-for inreality what we seek is fortune for the future to meet endsmeet...you will not be hurting or paining for your hearthad already survived that far, far enough that it keeps youbold in spite of my bleeding cursing mouth.--- Do not mistake me for an angel and of my saintly name“
Catherine
” for I am nothing but a cruel lady far more thancloser to a concubine, was it on the 16
th
hundreds when they spread their legs on every filthy
villager’s men. I had turned you down-but so then let by gone be by gone for pasthad turned to history-so then now I am glad I have stillleft one foot on the ground.
gimme what I need I need a little blood to bleed to keep mealive to gimme enough to strive to arrive at the end alivefindin' my sex drive too much to derive from the end of thebend crawling to my amend I blend into the penned livesthat contend and offend continually falling away from mycalling and forestalling the ghosts of the past lest itlast through the vast in contrast with past watch it runaway fading away in a blinding way they stay at bay huntingthe day when we all decay so in way we all pay for thedelay to display the meaning that led us to betray indismay jean baptiste pierre antoine de monet take it on thechin this is where we begin tearing away the skin thatsoaked us in.
--- I am maybe an immortal to you, blood – blood… is thatwhat you are really seeking from me? Cut your own wrist and pour it on this cup.
*threw the silver cup.
--- There… come here, nigh! Your soft moistened palm, can Ifeel it against my white pale cheek my dear- my tramp man…I can feel your need as your body trembled with mine butyou are starting to decay.
--- I can smell your soiled whiff but it’s turning me on---you shit- a fool in love… let me cut this veins… taste your own blood--- pity, there’s no hope for you… love always dieand just for you to know martyrs don’t exist anymore.
It can happen When you least expect The tide of man To turnThey rip the life from all who stand And make theirpresence known The shadows revolt and kill their mastersThe very beings that gave them life And the blood theyspill Creeps through the veins To the darkest reach of hellThe sinister mind that holds the plan Feasts on the agonyof man The crimson rain that soaks the land And turns theoceans tide To still blackness Perpetually freezing theworld in chaos Until no one knows the past Until no oneknows the future Until pain is the only survivor in thisworld of decay Until time itself has no meaning Each day ashell of futile efforts Being dragged on the jagged rockswe call hope Until ours.Take a hammer, Take the chisel Carve yourself a face forthe day, Become like stone, cold and hard. Show the worldwhat you want them to see. You are dead inside, Cold,Lifeless, and Gone. But society doesn’t need to know that.So take your hammer, Hold your chisel to your face, Startto hit Shape the stone, Carve the rock Put on your fakesmile for the day, Society doesn’t need to know...
--- Oh yes-you were never wrong- I’ve been sentient of my cold-heartedness, I breathe air but poison, my heart isthere but so dead to beat. I walk upon this earth, yes- soalive but so so dead inside. But I wear my veil of
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