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| The art that you see is by Luis Royo..he has an amazing insight into the human soul |
CORRUPTED INNOCENCE Ashen dust falls upon your face Beloved angels fall from grace Drink dry tears And eat your Soul Feast upon them Then you'll feel no more. You thrust your hand through the Angels chest Straight into the bowels of Hell What did you expect to find, What did you expect to see? Up to your eyes in pain and profanity. Turn away before the sky turns red And the sea begins to bleed. Giant thorns flourish and bloom Crowned with black roses that bleed in hues of blue The dark sun orbits the moon The universe rolls within the iris of your eye *for my Dark Angel* Copyright July 1999 ~~Lotus~~ | ||||||||||||||||||
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Eternal midnight Rocking back and forth ...she chants quietly to the darkness Bitter tears scalding her face Splashes of crimson staining her cheeks, testimony to her eternal crying. helpless child, you dwell in eternal midnight, It is your place, that is your home, you were born to carry the burden, To drink the bitter tears, to swallow the torment and the pain. She knows no day, she has never felt the warmth of the sun. Imagined shadows dance on the dank walls, Her Sapphire blue eyes transfixed on the emptiness, Grief is her only friend, Sadness saturates her tender soul, Scarlet pain courses through her veins, She sees nothing but the darkness, She hears only the sound of her own tears, Old twisted memories are her only toys, Bedraggled and torn, she clutches them to her chest. Not knowing why, yet knowing they are precious, Hers to guard, hers to hold they are her legacy They are her reason for being....for existing She has this knowing ..that she is the keeper of the memories and the secrets, She is the chosen one. this is her existence for eternity. The Child is visited but occasionally, always to throw her more toys, more pain....more torment. She is then buried once again, deep within the recesses of my mind, which dwells deep within the heart of my soul. I am both her master and servant, Her owner and her possession, I love and need her as much as I despise and hate her, She is my greatest weakness, as well as my only strength. She is my heartbeat, my tears, my isolation, my desolation. the child is the keeper of my soul...although my soul is her prison. No rationale.....no sense......it simply IS. Copyright 1999 ~~Lotus~~ | |||||||||||||||||||
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INDIGO Vicious words, sharpened like razors, Cutting deeply into my flesh, Flaring eyes, blazing red with rage, Spitting venom into my soul, Mouth becomes a slit, serpent-like Spewing forth profanities, obscenities and vile words; Words like poisoned arrows, Piercing my heart, I bleed. Soft tender thighs, painted purple and blue, Sapphire blue eyes, frightened and sunken, Deeply shadowed with hues of black and grey. Swallowing dignity along with bloody saliva, Trembling fingers trailing over swollen lips, Erratic thoughts, senses pulsing within her mind. The serpent's coils tighten around her weary heart, Her complexion ashen, highlighted with streaks of red, Pale, translucent skin ridged with welts of indigo and blue, Closing her eyes, she floats into indifference, Heart beat flutters like the delicate wings of butterflies, Beating brutally against a window pane, Flashes of life, shadows of fear Attack her unfeeling soul. Fleeting surrender to pounding pain, Eternal peace finally retained. Crimson raindrops spray the walls, Pooling around her unmoving form. Thunder clashes and lightning strikes her lifeless form. The darkness drinks up her soul, the tiny flickering flame is extinguished, The candle weeps wine colored tears. Dedicated to *D* Copyright July 1999 ~~Lotus~~ | |||||||||||||||||||
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