Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Finding Place
What have I become...
To bleed such desperation as God Himself.
The shimmering hope of my humanity.
Blinded by the ash of a darkened mind.
Love has brought me here.
Rained down from the heavens upon my soul.
To nail me to this coffin.
And burn my name from your lips.
Biting at my own teeth to protect you.
My Love, place my heart upon...
The guillotine that is my serrated soul.
Slay me before i devour it.
I must write my place into your life.
Or fall my heart upon this pen.
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Misery even in absolute love, in absolute light there is shadows of light itself and someone who can find it's beauty.
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