I'm drowning
slowly and surely sinking among the guilt
what I've done to you and have caused in your life
what I've done to her and what lies I believed of it all
what I've done to him and how my life was burned away
what I've done to them and how I'll never be loved again
surely you can understand that I've already seen it
what your kind does to people and what it's done to me
a lusting passion birthed in the vinery of innocence
the determination to thrive borne of hope and stupidity
that curious feeling for another torn from the depths of
something called a soul
that which you cannot see nor touch
something you could never use nor purify
a stain like a fine dark wine spilt on a pure white jerken
at the dinner table where a feast of the gods lay between us
illuminated my candles of possibility
prepared by the hard work and diligence of the slaves of our pasts
and yet you've nothing to say?
while your hand lays upon mine and thine other at my cheek?
speaking soft words that reel me in like the crawfish on river bottom
now on a plate next to me, filet and skewered
is that which what my heart will be next?
beating ever so frantically beneath the frail bones and temptation of skin
my eyes invite you but what do you see in them?
swimming on the surface plain to see but in their depths rages the demons
behind iron bars of morals and self-creed
what more shall I do for you?
thrust myself from this bodice of attractive lace?
offer myself freely from the confines of mine body?
and yet things still roam alive in my frail heart for you
waiting for words to cross your perfectly tempting lips
as you stare at mine own lips flush with the richness of a blush
I know not what you've planned nor do I care now
as that only I have followed you and you've led me here
to this very point in time that I question
will that candle cross the table burn too harshly to satisfy?
will the knife next to my plate sate the horrors of my imagination?
or will you do the task for me, my love
I offer my neck, a barement of arms
and offer the chance for you to finish that which you have started
you've held me, in the waining hours of the eve and morn
you've thrilled me, for hours on end with your kisses and touch
you've kissed me, all first, good-byes, and sudden anxiousness with passion
and now you must kill me my dear, for everything that I have lost
you have won so much more and granted me more pain than bearable
deliver your final blow of my final hour
or watch me decay in the midst of your desire
Author notes
I can't even say anything to explain this. My Muse, Kathriana and I, have finally seen through the same eyes and seen what writing it is that I was looking for. My thanks to Kathriana, stay with me Muse.
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WOW
Words can not explain my thoughts on this. I am speechless. Absolutely beautifully, dark and yet bright. I don't know. All I can say is you had me snagged from the beginning, "like a Crawfish".
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This is awesome...i was reading it almost like a story wanting to know what came next, wanting to rush through the lines to get to the conclusion...brilliant, very well done :-)
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Wow
You have touched the depths of a very difficult thing to possess: A past life. I see it clearer and clearer with every word. And so amazingly descriptive; every word sticks out to me. I see everything here as both a conflict and an alluring dream. Society, Mankind, Love...it's all formed together in a well written historical mindset. Stunningly beautiful.
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
you have shared much with your emotions of shared love the meaning to you. Tis true, love does that to us, taking many directions and many times we fail to grasp its signifiance. We only know the feelings, that twinge that affects heart and soul going to exhilration to deep sadness in moments of time. Thank you for sharing.
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well penned Kathriana. i liked most i think the feeling of slowly sinking down into the guilt of what was and will be. but what do i know. thats just the impresion i got. all in all this was a brilliantly penned piece of work and i commend you heartily for this piece
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