Will You Have Me?

Cast your charms,

And work past my

Massive hatred.

Might let my peels shed

If you'll drink

From my wounds.

Just might prove

Something not easily

Forgotten,

‘tis what i feel

When I am strong.

Shining with death's beauty

Like a radiating black star.

But those moments

Are aeons apart,

If not but wishful dreams,

I soon awake to blood throbbing

In my ears like a horror scene,

Like salt in my wounds

A reminder:

I still live.

That cursed fluid.

Mocking me with its presence.

Preserving a state of being

I know not how to appreciate.

One dull thump after another,

Each a step closer

To that embrace I long for.

But time is of the essence,

And I have no patience

To endure this

Day by day purgatory.

Kiss me now

And free me.

Bruise me with the depth

Of your innermost passions.

I can take it all

Anti Will eagerly drink

From your poison chalice,

Dagger me with immoral,

And boldly steal my

That last peace of

Humanity left,

As insignificant

As the value we so

Willingly attribute

Life.

There are roses within,

Which, beauty steals breath,

And whose petals yearn for

A simple tenderness to release

Its fathomless warmth.

If not but for a single curious touch.

Instead i burn inside

With warmth never shared,

Anti love that may never be.