The Empty Canvas of My Mind has been Splattered on By Your Self - Portrait
I live and dwell in the sweetest sympathy
To know that one touch
Can make all the difference in volume.
Life is just another massacre
And the blood we spilt
Through just one night
Has caused no more than just a scratch
On the walls where I count the days
Since I was last
The covers on your bed.
Make me a promise -
Vow that we will never submit to commitment
Or to ourselves.
Is there anything else in this world
That matters more
Than the pleasure in pain
With you?
Apathy is no more than an emotion that is
Lack of empathy,
And filled with emptiness.
I could not care less
About nothing but the irony in metallic words
And the mechanical brush
of your lips on mine.
Dance with me one night
And, for once, you will feel alone.
Maybe you're a bit off - tune
But no one can hear you
Except the stains on the sheets of your heart.
So shake up my life, baby.
My bedroom is calling for you and I.
We could start something new, love
And I promise you that you'll love it.
Beautiful.
Your destruction, I mean.
~x~x~
I changed my username. XD
Charlie: First poem. And I would just like to point out that I didn't write this down on paper and dwelled on it and whatever. It just sort of came out there.
Review. XD
To know that one touch
Can make all the difference in volume.
Life is just another massacre
And the blood we spilt
Through just one night
Has caused no more than just a scratch
On the walls where I count the days
Since I was last
The covers on your bed.
Make me a promise -
Vow that we will never submit to commitment
Or to ourselves.
Is there anything else in this world
That matters more
Than the pleasure in pain
With you?
Apathy is no more than an emotion that is
Lack of empathy,
And filled with emptiness.
I could not care less
About nothing but the irony in metallic words
And the mechanical brush
of your lips on mine.
Dance with me one night
And, for once, you will feel alone.
Maybe you're a bit off - tune
But no one can hear you
Except the stains on the sheets of your heart.
So shake up my life, baby.
My bedroom is calling for you and I.
We could start something new, love
And I promise you that you'll love it.
Beautiful.
Your destruction, I mean.
~x~x~
I changed my username. XD
Charlie: First poem. And I would just like to point out that I didn't write this down on paper and dwelled on it and whatever. It just sort of came out there.
Review. XD