The blood splatter across the walls is a relative comfort
The pain will end soon enough
The door opens with a creaking so loud
Footsteps come through the frame and resonate across the walls
Each step is in sync with my already weak breath
I know this won’t end in a brawl
Now I feel cold metal sliding down my neck
As nimble fingers grasp my shoulder , head to my ear
“the end is near” she says without remorse
Too bad for her, now even death is something I do not fear
She comes around as she points the gun between my eyes
Her beauty is all that I can wonder about
She cocks the gun without hesitation
Staring intently into the pit of my soul, I already know there is no way out
And so I accept that all has been taken from me, all but my smile
I give you my best one
Cause I’m leaving you the same way I arrived,
With swagger style and that lady killer smile
black&red memories. 8:42 PM
Friday, November 13, 2009
There was once a road, a yellow brick road it winded through the valleys a golden path it was, a gleaming path upon it a mans dreams were carried
it was built despite fear, through sorrow and tears a path of a happy yet uncertain future but many who traveled saw the future unravel some, as if the dreams were meat, they began to butcher
blood was spilt upon the stones , staining all that was built alone yet hope remained intact where was not known was the gathering storm, more massive than any bomb it was one that no one could detect
the storm tore through the path with unfounded wrath leaving no stone unturned it consumed the architect, blinding him from the destruction of his artifact rendering him incapable of stopping the burn
when the storm had passed, the stones he stood on were all that would last nothing was left of the dream what should he do now? where should he go and how? were all he thought about for to him he had lost all as it would seem
black&red memories. 10:49 PM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
There's a voice in my head which speaks of foul things it speaks of lies and deception as if it were the only song it could sing
there's a voice in my head it drives me insane it makes me believe in nothing but emptiness but to fill the void i'd have to inflict on others an immense amount of pain
there's a voice in my head it leads my hand it pulls me closer to the edge of death telling me a lie, that i will only fly and never land
there's a voice in my head it makes me believe that all around me are demons nothing is what i really perceive
there's a voice in my head its been there a while it came when i was at my weakest their pain is what makes it smile
black&red memories. 3:45 PM
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Her light shone bright in the darkness of the sky radiating with innocence like a beacon "don't trust him, don't trust him" they all cried
She fell for his eyes the moment they met so hypnotic they were that she could not tear away her gaze "look away look away " they told her flat
She fell into his arms in a heartbeat with no reservation nor hesitation "let him go let him go" they said " flee on your feet"
But alas it was too late as her heart was already broken what was thought to be indestructible now lay in tattered ruins "we told you so we told you so" as they swept away what was broken
black&red memories. 10:32 PM
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Who knew that love was controlled redistricted by the hands of time every waking moment spent planning a new escape only for it to become one's heinous crime
is it such a crime to want your tight embrace? one that lasts longer than a fleeting moment was it such a crime to demand for a little more sand? just to practice a language, with you, to be more fluent
even if it were not for the language we speak at least give me more sand let me pour it over every morsel of food and drink or scatter it on the ground before our feet shall land
i'm on an exile now that shall last longer than i allow a combination of obligation and choice despite the binds round my hands and feet, i managed to speak now as i say this a vine has begun to block out my voice
before the vine has completed its god given right let me request for one thing and one thing only at the end of my exile from your loving grace give me my selfish desire of you reserving time for me only
black&red memories. 6:02 PM
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The insatiable want for blood a contradiction to my desire to be humane the intensity at which my heart pounds a murmur brought about by anger and pain
it hurts it hurts, the cries go unnoticed sticks and stones were the least likely weapons finally you stop to leave one in their own suicidal destruction a fatal mistake, should have finished the job when the opportunity beckoned
unlike a phoenix the rise was anything but graceful but the rush of adrenalin fueled thy strength revenge though never a motto, merely a human desire but don't doubt me, your demise at your own hand would be heaven sent
a friend you were and i believe you thought so too a mistake worth making for i do not regret fun times have passed and now the holiday is over be my nothing you have become, likewise is my request
believe me now as i utter my thoughts i kid you not for i abhor your existence but out of your way i shall stand and instead i bid to you goodbye, good luck and good riddance
black&red memories. 9:20 PM
Friday, February 6, 2009
She wakes up with her hair in a mess her eyes all swollen with sleep she looks around, still tangled in the heep of sheets till she decides to move, slowly out of bed she creeps
her feet touch the chilled tiles of her bedroom floor the chill sends a tingle up her thighs and through her spine by the door lays evidence of what had conspired the night before she grins as the sore of her muscles rekindle the passion in her body and mind
she makes her way to the bathroom sink carrying out the usual morning routine now finally taking a look at her reflection to her astonishment she looked like a woman craving for more of last nights ecstasy
as she begins to take her shower the water tickled the lustful beast within drying herself off with a towel sent waves of orgasmic heat through every vein unable to endure the restrictions of her undergarments she slips on a night dress, this despite the time of day
she steps out now in search of he who left her in this erotic bind all she finds is breakfast freshly cooked with a cup of her morning draught she sits down now still turning to see who may be lurking behind finally picking up the fork and devouring what he made without thought
as she cleaned up both plate and cup a pair of hands reached from behind it wrapped round her waist and blew down her neck sending convulsions of heat from within her mind
it picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter her legs spread apart for her man she was searching the bare bodied mason now looking her in the eye with a cheeky smile " And now my dear let me make your morning"