In tribute to 25 yrs of the sisters of mercy (and the fact they are touring this year 
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With A Gun For A Lover
(inspired by the song 'Temple of Love')
Inside the darkness that is your own mind the only one who can hear your screams is you...
Black, not just a colour but an all encompassing dark that surrounds you, closing in as sunlight dies, abandoning the world to night, eternal. Rain, violent and angry, lashes at the window panes causing you to fear that they will implode any second showering your shivering bodies with icicles of glass. The house in which you cower has long since been plunged into darkness by the storm that rages so ceaselessly outside. Here you huddle, here you hide... whispering a prayer that this shelter will protect you from that which lies outside.
The thunder sweeps overhead, a dull rumble that builds up slowly to reach its crescendo ear shattering roar that seems to shake these very walls, threatening to turn them to dust. Yet still you feel that you are safe here, nothing can touch you here, but the sound of the howling wind as it batters against bricks and mortar gives way to doubt.
In the never ending gloom the silence is made all the more deafening by the banshee cry of the weather as it presses down upon these walls of faithless stone. A voice calls to you.. a name carried by the black wind causes your heart to lurch in your chest. You reassure yourselves its nothing more than your imagination made all the more vivid by the raging storm. Night will pass and dawn will take away the fear that lurks in shadows, but you find you move a little closer to one another.
A flash of lightening scythes the sky, slashing through velvet dark. Illuminating the room, casting shadows on the wall that seem to grow and tower over you. But still you tell yourselves it is nothing, an illusion. But it does not stop you from clutching the gun in your hand as tight as you hold your lover.
From the heart of the storm I watch over ,a devil sheathed in black satin cloaked in night. A burning hatred fuelling the weather, the tears that have long since been washed from my eyes now beat against walls of stone. Hear my name... hear my call.
My cry echoes through the night, a scream without words or a voice. Carried by the wind to shatter glass and blow walls aside. You see me now and I can feel the blood in your veins run cold as you know that there is no guardian angel awaiting you outside. The white hot pain that you can feel come forth mirrored in the lightening that strikes the ground behind me, causing fire to light up the sky as the trees around me begin to burn.
With shaking hand you take aim, a shot for the pain that stands before you. Your lover screams in fear causing you to turn. But a hand that shakes so easily is a traitor to itself, and a shot rings out in the night.
Betrayal brings its own rewards and perhaps you now know the lesson you taught me so well. Life really is short and love is always over in the morning , with this I turn and walk away....
and coming soon
The Gothic Collection
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With A Gun For A Lover
(inspired by the song 'Temple of Love')
Inside the darkness that is your own mind the only one who can hear your screams is you...
Black, not just a colour but an all encompassing dark that surrounds you, closing in as sunlight dies, abandoning the world to night, eternal. Rain, violent and angry, lashes at the window panes causing you to fear that they will implode any second showering your shivering bodies with icicles of glass. The house in which you cower has long since been plunged into darkness by the storm that rages so ceaselessly outside. Here you huddle, here you hide... whispering a prayer that this shelter will protect you from that which lies outside.
The thunder sweeps overhead, a dull rumble that builds up slowly to reach its crescendo ear shattering roar that seems to shake these very walls, threatening to turn them to dust. Yet still you feel that you are safe here, nothing can touch you here, but the sound of the howling wind as it batters against bricks and mortar gives way to doubt.
In the never ending gloom the silence is made all the more deafening by the banshee cry of the weather as it presses down upon these walls of faithless stone. A voice calls to you.. a name carried by the black wind causes your heart to lurch in your chest. You reassure yourselves its nothing more than your imagination made all the more vivid by the raging storm. Night will pass and dawn will take away the fear that lurks in shadows, but you find you move a little closer to one another.
A flash of lightening scythes the sky, slashing through velvet dark. Illuminating the room, casting shadows on the wall that seem to grow and tower over you. But still you tell yourselves it is nothing, an illusion. But it does not stop you from clutching the gun in your hand as tight as you hold your lover.
From the heart of the storm I watch over ,a devil sheathed in black satin cloaked in night. A burning hatred fuelling the weather, the tears that have long since been washed from my eyes now beat against walls of stone. Hear my name... hear my call.
My cry echoes through the night, a scream without words or a voice. Carried by the wind to shatter glass and blow walls aside. You see me now and I can feel the blood in your veins run cold as you know that there is no guardian angel awaiting you outside. The white hot pain that you can feel come forth mirrored in the lightening that strikes the ground behind me, causing fire to light up the sky as the trees around me begin to burn.
With shaking hand you take aim, a shot for the pain that stands before you. Your lover screams in fear causing you to turn. But a hand that shakes so easily is a traitor to itself, and a shot rings out in the night.
Betrayal brings its own rewards and perhaps you now know the lesson you taught me so well. Life really is short and love is always over in the morning , with this I turn and walk away....
and coming soon
The Gothic Collection
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charlemagne:
Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you got a memorable gift!
sparkie69:
Happy valentines day babe 