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Third Libra
Member

since 2003-08-10

Posts 125
South Carolina

0 posted 2003-12-28 03:25 PM

Dance d’amour our dance of death.
Dance so beautifully, fluently transient
As we continue our soulless kiss of death.

My Juliet,
Let Valentine’s end bitter sweetly.
Let it lay on thy tongue lingeringly.
Here, but now, is done.

(Le soir nous embrasser).

But shall we fear the Reaper?
Her dancing days now for our eyes?
In eternity we shall drown underground.
( Her grave)
Our new life, dwindling in her death, is found.

Below the surface of these naïve romantic eyes
I kiss your Paris lit lips passionately and soft.
Ready and quick I am to bleed you and I
With our razorblade romance to tear our life apart.

We have become like they are…
Destroyed in dreams, hearts, and love (as death).
The world and we have grown apart,
By seas of blood red (they cease to exist).
…choking with blood tasting our lungs and lips.

The black fabric on your body rubs smoothly along
your fair gothic girl skin,
As you dance so beautifully, fluently transient
On top of the graves forgotten.

Closer… the demons have filled our hearts
With acid-like fear blurring our eyes,
And burning our tongues.
We as well burn in their flames,
As the porridge (our souls) is poured out.

In this evening we kiss.
Our hearts are destroyed…
I can’t take my eyes off of you
As Death flirts with your lips, enjoyed.
As you smell those rosy corpses.

Witness the world go wrong
As Death is in love with us.
Haunt us, find us, kill us, keep us.
We fear her… as the Reaper lusts.

(As she holds our hearts.)

I watch as the darken sullen clouds embrace you;
Cutting you.
As you bleed me a river.
Now bloody is this cruel home.

I welcome your sweet 666, as we touch.

Within the cruelty of love we kiss the coldest kiss!
Our souls are torn apart, to linger under the sun, the moon.
Still bleeding are the tears of our forgotten bliss!
In shadows we waste the dawn and moon.

There is nothing we can do (as we are lost).

Mistress of Death
You’ve stolen my soul and I
Crumbled into a feeble hooded ghost.
Embedded on your poisonous lips,
We kiss Death as death is close

Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear.

Pollita
Member

since 2002-07-25

Posts 220
the unknown realm of insanity

1 posted 2003-12-28 05:49 PM

I liked this alot! Its really visual and put-together very well. I think you did a very good job on this poem. You are extremely talented.

River
Senior Member

since 2003-09-16

Posts 627
my own little world

2 posted 2003-12-29 12:19 PM

this is just wicked and disturbed. yet very awesome, i loved this.

- River

Love hurts as bad as it feels good.

aussie teen
Member

since 2003-09-27

Posts 396
Australia

3 posted 2003-12-29 06:04 AM

this is an excelent poem and you should keep up the writing. you have amazing talent and it would be dissapointing to see it go too waste.....
keep it up...
Mel

Mad_Hatter
Member

since 2003-06-29

Posts 393
Canada

4 posted 2003-12-29 06:05 PM

This one is very dark and very well written. Two thumbs up to the skill involved with this piece.

Third Libra
Member

since 2003-08-10

Posts 125
South Carolina

5 posted 2003-12-31 09:57 AM

lol, ya'll are too kind. Surely, ya'll are.

Love is only an excuse to hurt and to get hurt... Knowledge brings ye fear.

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