It was hard to pick a place for this one, considering it has several elements, so I picked the frame of mind I was in when I wrote it.
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Charred lips like burning skin
Pressed to mine
As we roll in the ash of your ultimate demise,
Praying vindication from illegal passion.
Sensual, rough caress of thorns,
Watching with
Expectant gazes as the roses fade from view,
Icey touch of a dead, cadaveresque sage.
Blatant, blackened skin, fingerprints
Of a lost cause,
Need in the eyes of a faithful scholar of all things,
Subliminal messages of forethought, caution.
Fingers on the cross, mind watchful,
Soul in prayer
Of a day that comes when none are left behind
To watch the ruins of mankind rise to further their cause.
Life as a jet black stream of screaming
White portraits,
Flying cries of pain and mercy in one breath
Silence now, before the arctic triumph catches death.
Pinned to the wall by a line of knives
Slashing deep,
Thrusting hard through the wrists, shoulders, neck, waist,
Painting oneself red with fingertips dabbed fresh with ink.
The final whispers of a love lost deep in hate…
Just like my heart.