"wanted to touch the flame in the middle of the night - velvet and glitz and glamour...It was a shadow indeed ... i saw the raindrops rolling down the night, touching and smoldering the velvet arch - by some god-forsaken reason i knew; i knew the blood clotted scratch mark"
But somehow, i forgot what i left behind - a shadow too deep - reaching every corners of the red splattered depth, or simply my own image smiling at me from another world...??
I remember knowing that i was destined to shiver in my spines - maybe i did; a little...
Every touch -- the dirty love, the germs, the sanitized cloth, every breathless moment of standing in the middle of the civilized persecution - o yes !! i lived it all.. I have lived through the ages of unspoken hatred, the fire in the gut and the wine in the hands -- ooh..!!! how loud it was..and i lived it all.
They raped every night - the beauty, the unreal sanctity, the bitter truth, the virgin robes - just a scratch and the threads crumbled down. How beautiful they looked !!. Lying naked on the floor - so close I could touch them now, not so inflammable anymore, not so pure, not so fake - they earthed every spiritual abuse for how they lived - real for once.
The blood stains, oozing out of the womb - i smelled it so close i nearly touched the mother. The mornings seemed normal again, the fights seemed original.
Yet you came to me that night...and the flares of sunshine burned the soul... i knew the venom was your addiction.. but how could I have stopped.. you gave me your poison and I fell in love...The poison was the elixir for that one very day - the day when the skirts swayed and the music boomed and the shadow kissed the lolita...
You silenced the moments when the whole world went blind...the awkward smiles, the much enjoyed juvenile.. You knew what you needed - just the chalice - you called it "Shangri-La" .. a tiny hut to live your sin, a glass of wine to drink your guilt and a bread to kill your murderous gut... But you forgot the girl you "reaped" ... she kept your monster alive - she made love to the monster every night under your bed and you never knew - you never saw. i laugh at the silence of your stinking pure earth , I mock at you because you never hear the lava spew ...
My night stands here with vengeance in its vain ...... i slay the heart with my mortal blade......wine and blood are brothers here every night - the more i run, i feel the pain.
I despise you - that's all i have. But now , that is all that you will have too...... - "Vengeance is green this time... and yet they say whatever is divine is soul-sublime"
