• Cradle me O' cradle me the grave.
    I love your claws, digging deeper in me.

    Your eyes the devils delight.
    You rip my flesh as we coincide.

    Blood soaking rain falls on me.
    As our evil starts to devour the sea.

    A hurricane filled with all of our pain.
    That beauty of yours like a sharp needle plunged deep in my veins.

    That red love of ours thick, wicked and obscure.
    We droped to our knees begging for more.

    The needle junkies hum thier songs
    of pain.Our love sending them to an early grave.

    Dont worry baby, you tell me the same.
    The lie I told you, is the lie you told me we're both to blame!

    As we choke the life from each other.
    One more evil, but not less then the other.

    As with anything, as with all.
    We must draw and end to our evil ball.

    So we look around at this new death
    we have found.Only ones left living are gaged and bound.

    No it is not like us to leave witness's around.We just wanted others to suffer in, the beauty of the sweet sin that was abound.

    As we dance with our demons rooted deep in the ground. Its apparent to all what, we have found.

    A love so true and profound.
    As we will live on forever, Sick, Twisted and Bound.

    Can you let me know w what you think
    It's called Sick Twisted And Bound


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  • @Cosmic_Lady I love this. Can’t wait to run across more of your work


  • @Cosmic_Lady
    I did a ruff draft of a Shakespeare like short play.

    I will post it for you you it's short .
    And I never got around to editing it.

    So take it easy on me. When I post I will set the backdrop for you. So it want be like it's coming from left field.


  • @Cosmic_Lady

    That one play I can not help myself.I value a person of such depth opinions very much so.Ill do some editing after work today and then send. I have a poem though. I do not share it.
    But today I shall. This one was real it is a peace of me. I hope you enjoy its honestly and how it paints the picture of me and my life's tragic mistakes.
    It has been so very long.
    Since you have been gone.

               Your Goodbye
    

    Do I ever cross your mind?
    When your looking up at the sky.

    Like a sunken ship at the bottom of the sea.
    My memorey is berried to far to be.

    When I last checked it was clear to see.
    That in your heart there was no longer a memory called me.

    Do not get me wrong.
    I understand the reason of your why.

    My heart knows the truth.
    There will never be a goodbye.

    I realized way to late.
    The reason for this fate.

    The us we where was only I.
    I had hurt you and pushed you aside.

    I was living my life through blinded eyes.
    I lived from one hurt to the next lie.

    I never even stoped to see why.
    You where no longer by my side.

    Fueled by hurt I always denied.
    I left you in the distance now out of sight.

    But my tank it finnaly runs dry.
    And what I did to you I carry inside.

    A true reminder of just why.
    You never owed me.
    Your Goodbye


  • @Wicked_

    I must admit this really gets better and better with each read. I just love the way you did it.

    Its a beautiful cold. And it attacks the the inner self. Like a mirror image ying and yang.

    With calculated turns and twists bravo..


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  • @Cosmic_Lady

    Backdrop: a man in love with a woman who's eye's are of a way like sunset apon the mederatanin sea. She is beauty unbehold.
    He's love for her dangerous as it has no conditions.

    Woman:sad standing apon a ledge.Turn
    because her beauty forsakes her. She feels will any man ever truly love her. Is she not more then just desire? Will her soul never know true love.

    O to be it.' Thin fair maiden.I am not so blind as not to see your bruised heart.And your shield be but a thin spread to mine eyes.Hide from me not. Thus ye think i as to enter as such is the tale.O' to say i would not if welcomed to.Would make the greatest liar of me or any man. But i atest sweet dove, if one flower should find not a drop of rain that which is so loved by the flower.Would it be as the rain returns drinkest not the flower but stay closed.I seek only but the honor of thins heart beholder, such are things of beauty to man, the brusied heart, can liest only with a maiden of the sweetest love.hurt like that of the flower that opens not for the new rain.I am but a humble man seeking not the hearts soul but its beholders beauty, which intwain be my heart.Captivaded by her splinder, thin smile like a ray of the smallest light, in mine darkest days.Takest not mine light sweet dove, for i cheerish it must.


  • @Cosmic_Lady

    I read this 4 times. I had a ton of outer destractions. My friends tv was blairng
    He was sad and there was something about
    this passage you wrote that took me to a stand still. I handled my buddy's depression best I could. And then another friend texted. And I noticed. I was being humble great full and honest like someone that is greatfull.
    Something bout how you write that gets in and I
    go with it. But I never do that and it seemed
    like with the last read of your words. I could not deconstruct and did not want to at the same time. I did not search for a hidden meanningfull as nothing was hideing. I just let it be as it is. And allowed myself to go apon a journey.
    A literary leap of faith. Beautiful in it's honestly. And that of art hung in the universe's heart. Bravo