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poetry about love
love: nightingale
four walls are closing in, and until your last breath...
screaming with contempt. for the cages men have met.
in this blissful darkness. a serene and quiet song.
diving into secrets. a forest, you belong.
in eternity the flower blossoms. Hades tricks are few.
silene, to forgive?
on earth a sinful pleasure. like sheets made of satin.
and skin a warm rare silk. kisses traced a midnight.
a seductress's milk.
misty purple honey. beneath a starlit sky.
the corruption of tangled limbs.
nightingales pass by.
to see a naked truth. a reflection in a mirror.
looking in a trusted face.
hating that cold sneer.
eyes were once so glazed.
though now they lie in shadow.
hidden in their depths. a secret,
cold and shallow.
this mystery in twilight.
has been broken through no crime.
but rotting in existence. laced with blood divine.
bittersweet agony is clawing within.
losing the words. so pale and thin.
now this sweetness. blood boiling screams.
your torture through life. of fire and steam.
this puppetry of madness.
can now find. it's end.
Aries wicked look.
this temptation never dims.
--jessica
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