"ALL GREAT TRUTHS BEGIN AS BLASPHEMIES"-George Bernard Shaw

RIP

you like it dont you

the way i intrude into your thoughts

into your deepest emotion

licking and biting my way through your soul

when my hands are there

inside your world

scraping across your flesh

through the segueways of eternity and space

pausing for brief interludes to penetrate

and rip

im powerless to deny

these primordial urges and pleasure you draw

to this the surface of my thought

dirty yet white with innocence

through them i am whole

one with myself

and embracing your eyes

dark like the jumble of colors in my heart

prepare to fall into my world without light yet warm

i welcome you to burn

Suffer Me

is there any energy within you for me

to transfer with a kiss

giving me the soul i want so desparately

and return through mine

dark passages leading home

gentle cold wrapped about my skin

the candle darkened with the blood of ancients

and the flicker...the wonderful flicker...gone

left now only shells

of long dead warriors in full paint of war

solid stone like that of my heart

collections of dew in the crevice

moss tickling the surface

like your thoughts ever present

me denied of comfort

of pleasure

you willing to taunt, forever holding those stones above

forced to suffer me like Tantalus