Warmth and Passion

There was nothing that could be seen. It was darker than black, the cold enveloping me slowly.

I felt you next to me, warmth radiating off of you, yet I could not reach it. There was no light pushing through the darkness and the warmth gets stripped away, like a black hole, growing bigger with your light and warmth.

Directly in sight, I long to be next to you, your warmth penetrating deeply and fully, engulfing the darkness and eradicating it. Cold replaced with heat, replaced with emotion and passion once again, living life as it should be.

I long to be there next to you, to feel the warmth and passion enter me, to give to you the way you give to me. If only life could be easy and I did not feel empty the way I do now.

Pulse

Forever lasted the joy you sowed deep

Inside my body, pulsing slowly and

Growing faster, pulsating faster and

Burrowing deeper and stronger through me,

Giving me the energy I need to thrive;

If only it lasted for eternity yet it

Lasted for only moments of life

Because you were fulfilling for just

The few moments you sowed the joy

Deep inside that reached the unreachable.

Marble Tower

There was no room left for you

On the marble pedestal I made

For us to live and breathe side by side,

Slowly weathered away by acid rain

That poured from your finger tips,

Burning me with every touch.

The marble stand begins to bend,

Failing and crumbling because of you,

Burning and unleashing constant pain

Onto my fragile skin,

But I stay will stay strong.

The Deep Ditch

I see the strength I need,

It is easily within my reach,

But my arms feel like lead,

Heavy and dragged down,

Unable to move towards

Motivation and getting out

Of the ditch I’ve been entrapped by;

Success is literally at my fingertips,

If only I could make a fist

And climb out of the ditch

To reach the goals I need to reach.

Inside the Darkness

I lie weak and numb as the darkness

Grows and deepens with hatred,

Dark shadows lick at my wounds,

Blood trickling down my skin.

I wait for the pain to end

And wait for the darkness to disappear

And for light to shine once more.

I wait for there to be a reason to breathe,

For a reason to feel again

Rather than wasting away as a numb

And empty shell of the human I once was.

 

Inside the Glass

I look into the mirror,

Watching the person staring back

And it could not be clearer

That the figure cloaked in black

Is not who I am.

The figure has my appearance,

Looking at me with disgust

And sorrow because it is inherent

That the eyes do not trust

The figure staring back.

I keep looking and reach to the broken

Glass towards the sharp edges

Tinged deep with black omens,

Blood and deep evils of legend,

Looking at the figure staring back.

My hand feels the warm glass full of evil,

The figure looks right in my eyes,

Grabs my arm and pulls me from Eden

Into the hell that exists inside the glass.

 

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