Buried Alive By Smoke

There’s an ugly taste behind the comfort of your flame.
Inhaling your wretchedness, exhaling your beauty, I find that everything becomes clearer, the answers appear to be much simpler.
The sweetness of your sin, the reassurance of your power, the utter submission of my being has yet to leave a sour sting.

At times, I cannot comprehend your appeal (the spell you seem to cast), but when I’m in your presence, I realize that there was never anything to comprehend in the first place.
The flash, that crackling bellow and the freedom it brought on threw me head-on into the throes of seduction, my passion for your gaze unsurpassed.

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Light years away, and I can still feel the mark you left on me.
A decade since I first found solace in your sting, and yet I cannot recall when last you crossed my mind.

I left you in the past, where things should (and hopefully always will) stay buried.

© Copyright January 2017/July 2023

Purgatory

The hole that you dug, the fire that I started.
They both seen like such fickle things now, like something from another time, cast out into our dimension.

The deeper I watched you dig, the hotter the flames burned.
That void, the grave became almost like a home, was destined to envelop one of us.
I just never expected it to be you.

The match I lit, paired with my uncertainty and shame, ignited the fuse.
That inferno, the abyss became almost like a comfort, was bound to envelop one of us.
You always knew it would be me.

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A serial gaslighter with my finger on the flame, I cannot help but be the burden.

© Copyright July 2022/July 2023

The Angel & The Shadow

Statuesque in her stillness, she waits for me.
My eternal guide, my artifact of love, the one who beckons to me from on high.
Her love, so devilishly divine.
Her touch, so angelic it hurts, like a double-edged sword right through my heart, piercing with the best of intentions.

Motionless in his movements, his passion never ceases to entice me.
My logical conductor, my guise of companionship, the one who darkens my side.
His persistence, preternatural in its precision.
His faithfulness, foreshadowing in ways I could never have imagined prior.

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Alone was I, lost in the midst of the blackest forest.
For had it not been for my fateful escorts, I would not have had the courage to cross the gates.
For had it not been for them, I would have surely perished.

Deliver me unto you, that pure cleansing fire.

© Copyright November 2017/January 2018/July 2023