Graveyard Requiem

Weird poem that started off as random lines scribbled onto my hands and wrists. Quite a few re-writes happened on my left wrist :)

Sour notes from a severed windpipe,

A graveyard requiem.

Blue falcons perch on rust-silver gates,

Smoke is the veil of a gemini moon.

 

My lips are pearl grey.

Yours, white-gold, molten against my own.

 

Track-marks and tombstones, mark my

Words and my hardening veins.

Hit after hit and I

Don't give a s**t

About the dead girl in the mirror.

 

Your fantasies are full of chains,

My collar ties me to the grave.

I'll stand beneath these crimson rains

And gamble away the innocence

You cannot save.

 

My heart is pulversised beneath

The grinding stone.

The rain subsides,

Now I'm alone

Author's Note

sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it doesn't. That was le intention.

Reviews

[Night]

...loved this one, dark and real. This write reminds me of some good friends that I have lost along the way....Peace out...Night.

[KatDarkness]

Thank you very much :)