themorbidpoet

Pieces Love drawn across the sea to a land far from me. Far from my sight but not from my heart, a small piece here another there left behind for those I love. A piece to keep em warm in the storm as the rain rages. A piece to keep em safe from the darkness that's approaching whit haste its vicious teeth bared upon its ugly face. A piece of me to keep em happy and bright when no delight can be found in their life. I hope . . . I dare hope that they shall never be apart from me, never to scatter the pieces of my heart. Love drawn across the sea to a land far from me, to the pieces of my heart that make me complete. To those I love to, those I

Like a bullet Cocked and loaded, shot into the crowd as a thunderous bang rolls from the barrel. Screeching through the air as I do in life all those before me know of my searing kiss. Duck and weave away from my deadly bite few bold or foolhardy enough to step into my path. Will there blind faith be reward them whit bliss or will death and misery fall upon them. I wish them all well, I wish them all love, and I wish them all that I can. Screeching through life like a bullet beware my searing kiss. -themorbidpoet-

Pain like a great fire burns inside at the misfortunes of those I love so dear. Again I jump the fray whit a warm smile and a reassuring pat while hiding behind the stone shell you all cling to lay deep wounds that bleed and fester inflicted to a tender heart. Upon the blades I willingly jump for a friend or a love. Skewered and bleeding still bearing a smile and a hug. Once more I raise my hand to protect a friend. Once more standing before them I take and take their sorrow and whit a smile pretend it was just nothing again. Upon these blades I fall a willing victim to it all as I say to you all again . . . anything for a friend. - themorb

Snow gently sparkling in the air as it falls softly 0ver the peaceful scenery. This is but the cold lie that I live A lovely lie only I can see. my life is a snow globe filled whit my silent tears while my shattered heart floats about like so much glittering dust. Tilts and shakes whipping up a storm as I stumble about. How long will my world last how long till the snow globe falls crashing to the ground. Its fragile glass shell breaking into a thousand sharp shards spread across the floor like hungry stars looking for a tender spot to dig in. already it titers on the edge how much longer until I am free from this lie. On to roam the b

You are the one that controls me binding me tighter then any chains. I adore you my Master from the bottom of my broken little heart. Begging and pleading I ask of thee spare me this torture by silence you inflict upon me. This pain is too great to bear each day ripping away my breath each moment away. Your absence leaves a pit where you keep my shattered heart from falling away into darkness most unkind. I'm here for you as I always am you are my muse, my secret , my deepest fantasy I will be there by you as I should always be. You are my master I am your slave, together for ever onto hells embrace. -themorbidpoet-