'Violet Fever.'
By blackheart
Inside a violet afterglow, You twist before my eyes, Showing me the real you, Or, whatever i decide. Faunicating with you, i dance beside the flare, Waiting for the perfect chance, To catch you unaware. Reside until i'm finished, A toy i masquerade, I'm bearing down upon you, With a million nightmares ready made. Or perhaps i will be dainty, And place a simple kiss, Upon your pouring, tearing, aching, Beautiful blood drenched lips. Beside a momentary lapse, i show insecurity, i let you find my weakness, And soon i cannot speak... I no more smile and titter, At the pain you have endured, The table's turned, i'm wordless, Rhyme becoming blurred. Broken, infact. ?(yes)? As the violet anger runs me through, Perfectly aware... That i am not at mercy, Of a beast so angry, vile... Please forgive my insolence? (asks, a pathetic little child!) Inside a violet afterglow, i fade and quickly sink, Wrapped in flashing fever, An eternity of poison ink, Scarring me with excerpts, Of the shameful life once led, So now the torture comes in throes, Inside my wicked head. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 04:44 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 10
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