Kiss of Darkness
Many former living deceased due to unforgiving and abhorrent sinning
Tortured, wishing the course was switching, but the swords were fitting
Between the orifices, tormented with forceful digging
Morbid emphasis on squeezing the blood from the source and lifting
The warm persistent liquid of life from the support mechanism despite
Their desperate fight... and vigorous will, as the victim was enlisted on a mission to kill...
Traveling in the darkest of nights, thirst tempting
as my worst enemy, starving to bite.
Teeth sharper than knives, larger than life,
and only by penetrating my heart with a spike,
can she turn my carnal desires to powder.
I required her flower, but the seeds failed to grow
with the higher powers denying the showers.
Teardrops finding the floor, opening the sails to go,
and leaving only the tales to show: a legend ended.
Death suspended over my best attention, strengthened
by the depth perception, seeing beyond her stressed intentions.
But only after I turned blank, she saw it coming when
she saw me running away from that awful nothingness.
The room spun as I tried to recall the events
The used gun next to me as I crawled up the fence
Running, I called and was met with an awesome attempt
At my wrongful death as I talked of regrets
It was at least eight feet tall, the longest reach
I saw the teeth, long and peaked, the strongest beast
overcame me before I could fall asleep.
The blackness between its jaws increased,
it clawed my cheeks, I all but freaked
from the thoughts to flee to trying to call police
then, letting out an awful shriek,
it threw me off my feet, and on the street,
where I coughed and wheezed, paused to breathe,
in denial, corrupted my taught beliefs, as I lost my peace,
left to crawl and bleed.
Exhausted speech erupted from my ruptured vocal chord.
"What's happening?", I spoke and
the choked retort from my throat was at most ignored.
Soaked with frozen gore, the snow had poured
and my coat was torn, confusion has chosen its course.
I was supposed to die, but I didn't, my soul was scorched,
I was born again, realizing it provoked a war.
The scene changed and recreated the way I needed hatred,
the pain alleviated.
My thought's train abbreviated, brain inebriated
by the need to murder and drink, I walked further to think
confirming the nightmare I was certain to bring.
Quite clear, it harnessed every energy despite fear,
that formally trite fear that held me back light years.
Gasping I felt around, the concrete changed to soft-sheets,
I thought she held me down, her wrath exacting
as I felt her gown, silk and flowing as I melted.
I couldn't discern if the pleasure was real,
as if my first experience occurred like I never could feel.
A weapon concealed and projecting its message in braille,
an exceptional tale about the death of a male.
Resurrected by the touch of the words, something absurd.
"I love you," it struggled to burst, up from the Earth,
kissing the darkness, I wondered if my suffering hurt
would buckle and lose its thunder...
And it had, she struck me from underneath,
from beneath that comfort and peace,
but before I crumbled to pieces, her love didn't cease.
So many confusing moments, when it’s hardest to live.
Hard to exist, when there's nothing but stars and abyss
But when I thought life couldn't get any harder it did,
So I embraced every fear I had and gave darkness a kiss.