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Gothic Love

Eat my heart...
Grind it with stones of darkness...
Let blood spill..
Upon the flowers of your tenderness.

Flay these feelings with whips of pain..
Pain of inability to see your face..
Let me feel the gift of your torture..
Upon the embers of your dark grace..

Peel the skins of ecstasy..
With knives of poisoned kisses..
Let the bones and skulls of loneliness resurrect,
in eerie sway..
From the caverns of dark wishes.

Let the demon's of love celebrate..
The death of the angels of pleasure..
Let them drink and merry..
In the dark alleys of abused treasure..

You lie in wait..
Beside the pillars of the gate..
Built by heartbreaks,
Carrying an axe of hate..
To butcher the mercenaries of pleasurable pain..

You poisoned the tea of my care..
With liquid mercury..
Tortured my heart to fear..
And laughed at my misery..

You crowned my love with thorns..
And crucified her at Calvary..
You drew my fear on papers of doubt..
Ate and swallowed them in your own mouth.

You cut the tendons of my affection..
And made them bleed to death..
The soul of my feelings now burns in hell..
And body, six feet below emotions earth..

You've eaten my heart..
Chewed and digested with vinegar..
The blood, like oil, fills the corners of your mouth..
And i, consequently, heartless..

Danny EL
Copyright 2014

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