Perceptions of Perfection

by Chaelmideath
(Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea)



In this dead, certain wasteland..
hungry for torture,
I hear voices that see through compassion
reach out to my nature
it's not what it used to be,
live without fear
never to feel,
burning sands flake my skin away..

cannot be saved
we strung our hopes on trees
lay my head before my heart
no one else is coming,
I left my mind in wonderland
we're living only to die..
we can die and live forever

I despise the roses! these blood filled roses..

the night shall be haunted with lifeless shadows,
sharpening their weapons for incision..

I despise the roses! these blood filled roses!
feed the shadows! feed the shadows!

we pay our dues,
resist the heart,
take whatever is left,
take the memories of tears and deception,
I don't need it!
we burn our memories
reborn, unforgiven,
free from belief

we taste the night - red
we drink to forever
when summer turns winter
when daylight dies in our eyes
we seek forever
resist the heart..forever

sleeping tears drench this pillow
Intolerable existence
dispose the fetus
we seek the penalty
the walking damnation
cured of life and loyalty
darkness my child
subdue the lights

in this dead, impending wasteland..
impaled my mentality
resist the uniform
we seek shadows
sacred origins and seldom translation
beyond the imitation,
hungry for torture
when daylight dies in our eyes
we seek forever
burning sands flake my skin away..

I despise the roses! these blood filled roses.

refuse to accept the heart..forever..

Click here to post comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Gothic Poems.

   


Search Here for Poetry



Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest