Monday, December 12, 2005

the love of unloved


ah, the joys of being anonymous, can't mention who sent me this...

sleeping in the barracks,
with a cringe to my eyes n a moist to my lips i am sleeping...
lost in the woods,with ur thots all wild,ur lost ....

that u wish to make mad passionate love to ur love,
telling this to a girl whu wishes to stain ur sheets with the first blood......
no wonder blood has been an inextricable presence in my thots,my compositions,my life.

had been searching for the right words to tell u how it felt....

far from the bustling city,in the woods where u often lose urself,
sleeping in the barracks,
with a cringe to my eyes,
n a moist to my lips i am sleeping....
where u love to keep me all tied up...
at the midnight....
u enter with a bottle of wine...
at the midnight...

hang tht wine bottle upside down,
so that it falls directly on to my bleeding heart....
leave me alone to this agonising fare, after passing a develish smile....
n then right in front of me...
make mad passionate love to ur love....

the dawn breaks...
as u help her redress,ask her to leave first....
then u come to me,
press a close peck on to my lips,
untie my hands,
just the hands,
n leave...
to repeat it each night,
u leave....
n i wonder wht hurt me more of the two....
with both hands beneath my face....
i try to sleep,cry,scream or die.....
i cudn't decide

anonymous

Mon Dec 05, 01:15:01 PM 2005

1 comment:

shadows said...

oh my god...i never read this one.....oh m god...this is fantastic....

dreamt before

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