whisper'd and stale remnants of carvings, worn soft by hard weather, is all i have left of my original imprinted meaning.
only hot screaming shadows in my ear soothe me now, offering me passion's intensity in place of morose meanderings.
my cup is finally filling of my own brew instead of the witch's.
a strong urge of useless protest tickles uneasy reason, giving room for doubt to stumble around,
a breath escapes me,
the smell of arrogance familiar and teasing, winds itself as a vine up my resolve lending its strength to my spine.
"wailing a deep sorrowed song,
falling to my knees at your feet,
i succumb again to my love...
swallowing my prideful fantasies somehow compressing my immense dreams as boundless as they seem to become seeds in my core for your goals, in a breath i begin effortlessly serving up my being & release it all to you.
stripping myself down, past my very flesh to cast away all trivial ego and left a bare ethereal azure jewel wrapped by vines of thorns in a pool of tears and blood."
i awake next to you, heart pounding, eyes wide and mind searching. feeling your warm flesh close to mine is an uneasy comfort
