Chevell33 Poetry (4)

Happy, like the first time I saw her.

The only time forever isn't long enough.

A dusty memory, entombed in a fantasy.

Gently lingering for a smile obtained.

I need more.

Embraced with a heavenly touch, a soul taught to cure.

My endless setting sun. My unignorable sunshine.

Bringing me an emotion so seldom I explore.

I need more.

The source that does emit such a beguiling force, only confuses me.

How can a presence alone leave me addicted?

I need more.

I trapped the sun and fed it to my devil.
A glimpse of what has yet to pass.
Darkness engulfs the fleeting thought of hope.
Faces distorted with malevolence.
Sadness is prominent here.
Choking on vile black liquids of hate.
I sense the end is coming rapidly, unfathomably fast.
The urge for resistance is futile , each attempt condemned to fail.
A ghost in the afterlife , a soulless being left to continue decay in the void.
Within a beautiful mind wasted.

Comforting heat , slowly wrapping around me like a cremation furnace.
I will bring you eternity.
A thick screen of grey and black smoke drifts its way into the air, watching the
burning pile it was born from.
Death is immanent.
I creep to the front of my stage, directly to the left of her, ignoring siren like screams of pain.
I feel powerful.
Charred hands beg silently for mercy, none is found.
Eluding the restraints, clots of skin drip steadily from its prison.
I’ve been seduced by my morbid thoughts. Actions no longer need reasoning.
Adrenaline forced into my veins , carry intense, uncontrollable, urges for more satisfaction.
Quietly I wait , standing, heart feeling explosive. My naked mind doesn’t think , only brands malevolent images into my eyes.
Laying there face down, no longer struggling for release.
At last, the torture was unbearable. Her soul departs forever.
Fire still raging, dances in a twisted celebration.
Regrets are extinct as I hesitantly escape this burning tomb.
I gave you eternity.

My hour glass clots, preventing the drop.

The moss on the rocks induce bleeding.

Creating an immense decay of verisimilitude.

Flowing thin , the cold challenges the wanderlust.

Dying to survive.

Inhaling salvation , just to welcome my peace to dilapidation.

Appealing visions transcend my mind from terminal insanity.

I crave light in the contorting black hole.

Swimming in the sea of stars only dims the shine.

And drowns the infiltrating thought of escape.

I sought. I had . I loved . I dread the lost.

I’m afraid to look ahead. Darkness blinds all.

Nothings quite as it seems. A vivid dream.

A broken glass half empty. Pain is followed with abundance.

Oceans of my dreams lost in a discombobulating infinite continuity.

A halo choking its very owner. An angels silhouette with a knife in its back.