I am living my death (Prelude to Purple Room)

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mere enigma
Junior Member

since 2001-01-29

Posts 18

0 posted 2001-01-30 02:09 AM

In response to Sylphid, here is how it all started. The following was written by Yellow Grave, my response follows, and Purple Room was the conclusion.

Did I wake up your monsters?
Did I remind you of forgotten, forbidden dreams?
Of wanting the touch
The smell
The kiss
All of your body for me to feel
Your lips are not my aim
Nor is your touch my target
Its all only a dream
To discover through you my secrets
To find my hidden grave
To redefine my happiness
And kill all of my guilt, all of my fears
Could you plant a yellow rose on my death bed?
Would you tell her that her love will survive my grave?
Will out live my yellow rose
Will bury all of my dreams
What is it she promised of forgetting
How could I pretend that love never existed?
When all of my reality at one point ceased to dream
Of the dream
When the dream walked away to another bed
And other seeds formed a family of the womb that was meant for me

(Response by mere enigma)
I am living my death

I live with my monsters.
My nightmares are my reality,
My life a vision.
You long for your grave
But I am living my death.
Feeling the damp earth drop on my chest.
Breathing through my black shroud.
Hearing the voices of the living
As they pass me by.
They talk to me
And joke
And I manage a semblance of joy
Your lips are not my aim
Nor your touch
Your temptation is my desire
Your vitality my interest
Your desire my intrigue
Your hope my fruit
Your lust my flame

You fight your monsters
I embrace them
Beckon and welcome them
Dance with them around hell's flames
Rejoice in my humanity
Revel in my guilt
Wallow in my sin

Let me offer you
A womb once filled with lies,
Now free
To bring forth the fruit
Of your yearnings
To produce the offspring
Of your hopes
To create the progeny
Of your conflict
A new reality
Where love once existed
Where we share our senses
You become my touch
And I your sight.
And she your tantalizing smell.
Weaving our passions
Into a tapestry of pleasure
Impossible to unravel
Into three souls.

[This message has been edited by mere enigma (edited 01-30-2001).]

mark woolard
Member

since 2001-01-02

Posts 143

1 posted 2001-01-30 01:53 PM

whoa! this is deep! i don't even claim to know what's going on in your response, enigma! ignorance is bliss at times.

you fight your monsters
i embrace them
beckon and welcome them
dance with them around hell's flames
rejoice in my humanity
revel in my guilt
wallow in my sin

if you hold a burning coal long enough, it will burn through your hand and fall to the ground, indifferent to the wound it left.

be careful. mark.

mere enigma
Junior Member

since 2001-01-29

Posts 18

2 posted 2001-01-31 12:25 PM

Mark,

Someone recently told me that I embrace my sorrow like a lover. I guess the same goes for my sins.

Mere Enigma

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