gigaflex

okay so I'm really bored and I'm going to torture anyone foolish enough to look my way with more lame poetry

you are a deep well
a path to hell
through heavans gate
celestial in your hate
you came too late
to save the melancholy
you create
desperation in your voice
you rejoice
in destruction by choice
but theres a certian candor in your lies
for when the wolf wears sheeps clothing
the sheep still die
and i cry
to see such beauty constrained
chained to an ideal
too removed to hurt
to open to heal
nothing left but to feel
this sensuality you only allude to
never suspecting the casualties
your subtleties intrude upon my dreams
and scheme
to strip me down
usurp my crown
as we drown in this pool
a vortex of resenetment perilous and cruel
but i refuse to duel any more
i lay down my gun
never was one
for weapons anyway
so maybe another day
because we said goodbye
before we even tried
so now we hide
behind a mask of courtesy
when all i want is to lift your skirt
and see a little bit of me
in you
two hearts that never knew
what true love could do
two souls stained blue
what a dangerous hue!
for now passion grows cold and anger breaks through
and these fleeting shots at happines fall short
and come too few

alright I'm done
goodnight.