Screams

On the waning of love

 

 

Lavish on me,like the cruel rains,

mercy,and yourself ; smothering me,drawing screams so beautiful,

pain which’ll be the only elixir ,only relief ;

this ballad of weakness the muse of my being,

and the sepulchre of mine your reason to rejoice,

Love,naked,defeated bows down before you,

You have conquered but your own death wish,

If victory be so sweet,how does it render itself meaningless,

In wars,love and betwixt us ?

 

Your embrace loses,hence,it’s intoxication,

smiles the silhouettes of sadness; the game,

the charade will end with one , and oh,the sublimity of it all,

Whispers transcending into sick shivers ,words vulgar in circles,

the horror is greatest when beauty corrupts itself ;

Lie and we shall never know, what aches to scream itself out,

in sobs and cold blood,in the glamour of this waste,

the feeling when hurt is the only healing,

loss the one language of consummation.

 

I warn you,though,from a place yet untouched;

Fire and love in equal measures , slaughter may be my salvation,

Circles within circles dancing to the symphony of dread ,

Water poised to burn the world down , skies turning lethal with love ,

Finding myself in your grace , losing in your hideousness is a dear whim ;

Like the essence of a candle – spent,and primed to burn again ,

brighter,stronger ,on its own ;

Stripping you of your hollowness ,showing you the ugliest entity in the mirror ;

the story of how it was,or how it shall never be ,

weakness my mightiest consort; your crippled,fair heart yours.