Mort de l'amour

Stabbing me deep,
You stay.
Right in front of me.
A contra-reflection,
isomers.

My soft calls,
ignored.
My pleading thoughts,
withheld.
My gentle touch,
repelled.

I look within,
Darkness still.
coldness,
a condensation.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Falling delicately,

i loose control.

No motor coordination,

lost and gone.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

Dust rises,

enveloping me within,

a common arrival,

dramatic scenery.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

A casted shadow,

distinct overcasts me.

Cool and assuring.

Irony?

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My battle lost,

no regrets.

Weapons still charged,

my heart pours down to you.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled.

My last breath,

rises in the air.

My last scream for love,

never accepted.

My soft calls,

ignored.

My pleading thoughts,

withheld.

My gentle touch,

repelled. 

Mort de l'amour

Like a frame,
it held me.
I stood there.

Menacing gracefully,
it bit me.
I bore the kiss.

Conscious cuts,
it carved me.
I remained still.

Pattern over pattern,
it caressed my skin,
i indulged.

Aghast, a new me.
No convention,
a conversion,
unbalanced equation.

A will

It was foretold,
engraved in stone,
bestowed upon,
no choice.


Illuminating prophesy,
so dark decree,
expressive spree,
a heresy.


The writing suffice,
the memoir complete,
a masterpiece under a pseudonym,
everlasting epiphany.


Inspiring guide to few,
appraised control,
a criticized manuscript,
detached and red.


Unplanned facts,
unmarked and out of track,
a mistake they say,
that cost a life,
clear impotence.


Clouded thoughts arise,
no turning back,
a requiem,
stereotyped and dull.