The languish in our hearts
stings the mortal flesh like bees
For if our love doth soon depart
Boundless over rage, endless at sea.
-Luke
:P
Fickle is the human heart
Devilish derby we all are in
a race to push ourselves out
to stand alone in the running
to be crowned by the Devil
A crown of thorns my Lord once wore
now a crown of my very own
a sad end to my little tale
nothing short of hell and fury
The Human Race indeed
This insane angst in side of me
too hot to handle, to much for me
with bubbles swirling in my head
poems are all that need be said
By Sputnik and Murakami too
I hope love will eventually fail
of self accomplished and defeated dreams
of me, myself and my buddies
Moody as one can be
in a shit storm for all to see
Untouchable this unpleasant sight
even happy words lose their might
for my life is but an empty night
devoid of stars and lack of light
neither a moon goddess in my life
nor a wolverine to croon goodbye
by Cupid's hand i was played
to be a matchmaker in his stead
but glory goes not to me
but the daemon that masquerades me
Naught a shadow of me remains
just a Ghost in the Shell, like the anime
Cartoon art is what i love
not flesh and bone but ink on paper
i could give the most cynical laugh
"if only because" i lucked out in lust
But what's worth and what's not
i ask strangers and myself
This is affecting me more that i realise
when tangible become intangible and vice-versa.
my wisps of dreams have become real
was i watching from someone's windows?
the kiss in the garden, the bewitching of the body
how is like to make love using flesh that is not mine?
carnal the desire
but decrepit the body
alas, the body crumbles into dust
like necrophilia and such.
