beauty


darkened eyes
and fainted skin
pale appearance
beneath a shower of
coal-black locks
softened smile within sparkled
ginger tints

though silent in her terrifying stare, a drunken lover i'm enveloped by her
prescence.

shadows lean long cross the way
and theres nothing to do
except think of you
feel the warmth and feel
a dreamed of kiss.
daydream and wonderment
your sidelong glance could wake me
from the paralyzing sleep of infatuation.


so cold... eyes the distance of a dark room flee from the shadows creeping past staring at the emptiness of my own soul flesh consumed by animalistic heat mind lost beneath the clouds of regret, angst, and hate. I hate the taste of your lips though im driven by your existence.

05/25/2002

Posted on 05/25/2002
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