Zee. C's Archive.

Demise

Shattered fragments of Tinted scarlet

The soul less mass rests by;

There lies my beloved ,

Grieving the demise of his own silence;

His memories preserved

In my dirt stained heart.

I'm the conveyor of your hope,

My beloved, child of the sun

You're the eternal;

Heaven personified,

Bless my skin with tears

When you pour yourself out here.

The Void

This rage I embrace, is made of you.

Soft, firm hands of mine

Against your brutal nails;

Yet my gut stands motionless

Pacified by your gentleness.

This heart you perceive, is made of paper.

It consists of nothingness yet

You desire to grow a garden,

Watered my void, now

I do not exist;