Past senses

Every thing in this room screams of bloodshed and kinky sex

All I could do is look at the picture of you kissing me oh so sweet

I even remember our first date when I knew you would be my mate

forever and ever but I was wrong I knew because all you loved was your bong and your crack

And I know I can never have you back...

Everything in my life has shattered and fell upon me in the most horrid way

can anyone save me from my dismay?

I see your face in my mind and it causes me to become blind

So I cant see our picture, because I painted it with my own imagination

We never met but Yet we called each other pets.

How could someone I never knew cause me such pain?

Just sit there and fuck up my main frame

The frame that held that picture which I want to believe is true

but how could it be if I never even met you

this tragedy has not killed my other senses

I can smell the sex

I can touch the bed

I can hear the moans

I can taste your blood

The blood which will now be inside of me forever

corrupting my soul to leave me to pay the tole

But I have no more gold nor silver left to pay your wishes

and no more gauze to support the stitches

which held my heart together so that....I can one day love again

but we all know that will not happen

for I am lost in my mind

at times a sea of blood

and at others a river of flow

whats in this river for I do not know

all of this will have me take a razor and start old habits again

I thought I killed them and my debt to them was met

but you can never kill the scarlet....

The scarlet addiction

that is when the razor kisses your skin

Then lets the scarlet escape for you

one day my debt will be paid and I shall never have do do the ritual again

but until then I want to be found.....

by AshFlowers
posted on 04/30/2008