Lacerate

The sound of war orchestrally sings.
A symphony that echoes.
You clench your fist, and raise you wings.
The madman in you bellows.
And to that door, my eyes now move.
All exits, in thought retreating.
To leave you be, consuming me.
Your sacrifice now fleeting.
For every time you raise your voice.
And swear and shake anew.
I cannot see, or understand that choice.
In biting the hand that feeds you.

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Under my skin

To hesitate in your eyes, is to drown a thousand ways.
Swimming against a tide that roars with the sound of heaven.
You conquer me, setting fire to the flames that already burnt to ash.
Falling through your fingers like the soot from Pompeii.
A staining spreads, quickly and delicately feeding my veins.
Your sweetened touch, making my world quiver.
Dancing to a delicious possibilities.
To know you, like I must, breaks all the rules of conformity.
Giving over to the rapturous sound of love.
A melody which your soul murmurs.
And which sinks beneath these bones.
To disrupt the beating of my heart.

E#

Play me once more, that chamber music of my soul.
Tickling your fingers on my ivory heart.
Such intimate behaviour.
No release.
Like wild roaming beasts.
Trampling through my forest.
Bear me no mind, cause me no trouble.
Such wild bird emotions you set free each time.
That you whisper my name.
That you call to my heart.
Shivering down each vertebrae.
Snap at the heels of my passion.
Feathered in the down of where I lay.
Where you leave me trembling.
Shaking in the thoughts of your behaviour.
Crying out for mother earth to swallow me again.