Days go by without a word they drift like an endless tide deceit and failed attempts at seduction rushing back and forth across my mind another day gone and not a word the words that never cared could never be bothered not even to draw a lingering breath across the strings of my heart though they still were played like a harp leaving scars a mile wide.
A twisted angel burns wings bound by lies on a moonless night endless night in which they find sweet caress of honeyed lips upon their ear fingers to stroke their wounds how sweet this death of an angel how fitting his torment may the stars hide from them in shame and never be seen again.
Tounge scalded by his own false words ripped from those achingly beautiful lips a kiss monsieur one last kiss and I'll be gone I shall leave your endless twilight this endless night with all your playthings they bend and dance for but your merest glance empty eyes filled with naught but your lust they laugh at me as do you my angel, my demon, my broken toy.
Prince Alexis of Xerra · Sun Mar 30, 2008 @ 10:02pm · 0 Comments |