Alive.
I felt alive in their raging fervor
Their ferocity
As I realized in the love we made
we destroy ourselves
Destruction.
Playing sweetly to my veins
As your clay hands reached out to touch
me, we became one in our violence.
dirt on my knees, aliveindestruction
oh sweet melody
you taught me lessons
that even the Loudest Renegade
can be a Gentleman
and kiss your hand at the end
of the evening.
Author notes
An older piece, October maybe. I saw The Red Paintings open for The Dresden Dolls and it was a moment of intensity in which I wish I had pen/paper at that moment.
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Well done
Wow...
I really liked the concept of this. Mixing love with destruction definitely creates a unique perspective.
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