MY sleeplessness ...

Like a vengeful ghost to his murderer,
So you haunt me when I sleep...
Worked yourself into my subconscious mind;
Infiltrated my dreams.

Now it's become so hard to sleep...
With you on my mind and haunting me.
I loved you,
but laid my heart to rest;
But I always see you when I sleep...
Get out of my fantasies!
Get out of my dreams......
I miss sleeping peacefully...

Granted,
I cannot forget you...
But I was trying to move on.
Since you found your way into my heart,
I now know I held on too long...
Now I lay awake and wonder why...
You won't let me sleep but left me alive.
And now
I cannot forgive you.

Still I love you,
but I know better...
So why do you taunt me when I sleep?
Get out of my fantasies!
Get out of my dreams......
I miss sleeping restfully...
Here I lie without you,
Afraid to close my eyes...
You've hoodwinked my mind and now...
When I sleep..
I think you're mine...
Get out of my fantasies!
Get out of my dreams...

It's hard enough sleeping alone.

The Black & The Necromantic Love

Indifferent stranger of intimacy,
Foaming beast that crawls silently..
Whose daggers penetrate the soul..
Sharp..
Binding..
Warning..
never proclaimed...

The edges,
Not released by an angelic bow
Breaking down and breaking down
Scars come.. forth Scalding
solace wrenches into brains..
A facetious harvest...

Tissues pour flooded into memories vacant
Just vacuous!
Just a slash of the wrist!
Just a freezing absence!
Just our spurious embrace shattered!

Silky flesh now barren..
Wounded into lovely healing..
Desolate as an abandoned house..
Haunted by ghosts recanted to broken vows..

The emotional seizures become insatiable..
Shared through fallen,
ceilings
Buried,
burnt,
torn.

We repent.
We pray to an empty wall.
You are so lifeless and dead to me
A walking corpse with a cell phone..
You are just a bullet in my Beretta..
Piss and Dead drunk,
you are gulping ..
thunderstorms of my blood.

That quells burning orchids..
Glimpse at the lightning bolts ,
That encompass my torment.

Screaming winds that chant..
in a cappella the thundering echos..
of your voice...
tattooed permanently in my mind's recollections..
I have a bouquet of red roses,
my gift for you,
And its so wilted,
so dead...
just like us !

Damn you, Romeo
I celebrate your suicide
You are my Satan..
Make love to my depraved corpse..
We are now forsaken
And I love you so..