Malice_Deschain's profile

How well you speak to me, Your eloquence dripping saccharine vowels. The lies and half truths vying for dominance. I see beyond that retched mouth, Lips lush with undelivered promises, Tongue nimble with forbidden tastes. Your vanity screams at me. I laugh because its true. This persona of yours grows tiring. How long will you hold out? I wonder when this stretched twine will snap, Carrying the weight of your world. So earnest, those eyes. Deep and intense, I see your beliefs. How can you tru...

You left me long ago I wonder if you noticed? You look at me with sad eyes Eyes that accuse me But you left first. You probably don’t realize it I watched you fade as the years went by No passion, no warmth, no comfort. I reciprocate now. Don’t look so shocked. So now you act out Those secret touches I once yearned for They turn me cold How I loathe those moments Mocking me with insincerity I’m only a comfort to you Another one of your fine collectibles A china doll on a shelf But I’m not bit...

Your lips on mine Tangy with salty tears I can’t remember why You have that affect on me Taking over my thoughts Rerouting my fears And oh, those hands Roaming over me Pulling me tightly to you I’m lost inside myself Surrounded by you Engulfed by your strength Every lick and nibble Every gasp and moan And I am forgotten How I wish it were forever This moment infinite Without reality I don’t want to let you go I’m afraid of whats out there Beyond your embrace Maybe that’s why I fight it Desper...

And I am one born of time A grain flowing through that voluptuous form Riding that wave from rise to fall The past dims in recollection As memory fades into abandoned mines Though sinister seeds remain, poisoning The future, ah! For a glimpse! It lurks beyond a maelstrom of savage sands Slicing into me as I strive to reach forward As we all are, I am Yearning for immortality in death’s playground Lost in arid ghost filled plains How they moan and wail, beseeching Indecipherable words lost in...

Nearly inconsolable in grief, Your tears fall in perfect symmetry. Your sorrow permeating the Haunted necropolis of your soul, Bringing tepid blood flow to Thick, sluggish ichor. Your heart; rough-hewn like Tree bark, yet fragile as ash, Disappearing with each breath. It's pieces, puffballs of pain Riding out the tempest of Grief that destroys you.