its there

its who

its nice to see you when I cannot see
its great to hear you when stiched across both ears
like the doors that kiss your rear as you walk out my door
there is nothing better than your eyes
of what are blue to be my sea.

its where

holding your hand under my damage
my shattered nerves enveloping an obtuse soul
substituting what makes you whole, in a hope for a cure
hurting this burn amongst enraged wrath
my heart shines in presence of walls of carnage

its what

kiss me on my cheek sweet murder
drown me in your delicious red wine
as i seduce you from behind, to look into your bloodshot smile
enlightening this emotion from a dark grin
as a distant look sees this absolute miracle... this twister

its when

time is my enemy
do not know when
do not know when, if ever a time is to be represented
the clocks aim for the same
the blame may fall on the number above us two, three

its why

we deserve this misery
the opposite is what we doubt to be yet...
us pretending to bet, fifty more than infinity
the bloodshed sees what it explains what we cannot and what is is what it is
we are the timekeepers of our destiny

is it true?

yes baby
i'm here
no better than the world as the heart of shame and in the spotlight of the gods of equality
just to be noticed and mocked in this mental duality
maybe...

Reviews

[Bree]

My favourite part of this was:

"holding your hand under my damage
my shattered nerves enveloping an obtuse soul
substituting what makes you whole, in a hope for a cure
hurting this burn amongst enraged wrath
my heart shines in presence of walls of carnage"

Excellently written. You've got talent, and it's refreshing to read. I like the fact that you are very expressive with your words. =)

[hannah]

Well written and very expressive. New and refreshing to read.
Looking forward to read more of your works.

- Hannah