twilightmoon
When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?
chalkPupils made of die cast steel and iron bars beneath our heels because we are dancing arm in arm upon the ceiling of our cells that we never managed to escape, arms entangled in the holes we burned through the stone just so we could make eye contact one last time, one last moment before we both remember who we are and where we are and what we are doing. Heat of the moment and passion is rising and my skin against your's and I can't breathe because your scent is suffocating me and this is wrong Wrong wRoNg WrOnG wRONG WRONG but I'm screaming that this is right, so right for your body to be formed against mine and our minds to be one and after the passion has left your body and my phantom limbs have floated back to attach themselves to my flesh we'll lay in each other's arms and as you bury your shame in my skin I'll quietly croon to you and thumb my blade because I'd go to my grave to defend what just happened with calloused skin and hardened eyes I'll battle my way through hell to defend you and your vulnerability.
I wake.
Shaking and breaking and screaming and sweating I twist out of my sheets like a screaming torrent of the netherworld, approaching reality in a fiery scream of lust and fear and torment trying to shatter the barrier between the fantasy and the reality in one quick motion, one quick movement to reach out and wrap my fingers around the sphere that is the pit of your stomach I want to have in knots, I want you to want me so desperately and I collapse to my knees, praying to the Gods that don't exist and never existed except in my mind in my world painted on the ceilings of the cathedrals of my soul and they answer, thundering and I am no longer in my bedroom, no longer awake but dreaming again as the acidic rain of their displeasure washes over my exposed chest and face and sears my skin until my bones as white as snow peak through the fiery red hell that is the remnants of my skin. I'm speaking in tongues so sexual that even Venus is blushing behind her porcelain mask.
The Gods so imagined cannot answer my prayers no matter the fervor and no matter the desire so I find their powers only in that cup of swirling spirits, alcohol so pure and so harsh it burns like the fire I feel for her scorching my soul and leaving it fire hardened and all the sharper and dangerous for it following down the hatch and into the stomach sloshing up and into my skull to cloud my mind into a world...
A world where the lights are throbbing and the dark is suppressing and all encompassing and we are both warm, warm with lust and passion and above all love as you are pinned against the wall and bittersweet cooking chocolate eyes the kind that make you want to melt with them look at me and peirce me and I shudder and shed any last semblance of self control and like primal animals we devour each other letting the carnal instincts take over and thrust us into the world of white hot bliss until it's over and we do it again, until we are empty and there's nothing left of us to give so we carry each other to that world of dreamless sleep where I have no nightmares and I need no defenses because the only person in the world I need is next to me, in my arms and in my care and in the throes of my control.
I wake.
How cold and empty my bed feels, and even with me in it the blankets are slick with sweat and I am flushed, embarrassed beyond belief at my own thoughts and disgusted with my desire and lack of self-control.
A gift for words so poisonous that I'm killing myself slowly with my descriptions of the world I wish existed and I wish I were a part of. Thank you for the compliment, but I'd rather not be lonely. But hush, don't let yourself know that or I might be in trouble with your mentality of humanity and decency. In a way I must say goodbye because the worlds can never clash or I would have nothing left to build my faith on, nothing except a pyre meant to burn.
Burn burn burn.
If I'm so passionate then why can't I scorch your life of all the impurities that exist? Throw me like a coal at your enemies and believe me, I'll burn them alive with the parts of myself you've never even imagined could exist in another human being. Coincide with the cyanide that I rub across my mind and heart to keep my emotions in line and my mind under control because I can't seem to keep you out of either.
Sacrafice my empire just to taste your lips.
Coax you into joining my worlds never meant to mix.
~Alisa
I wake.
Shaking and breaking and screaming and sweating I twist out of my sheets like a screaming torrent of the netherworld, approaching reality in a fiery scream of lust and fear and torment trying to shatter the barrier between the fantasy and the reality in one quick motion, one quick movement to reach out and wrap my fingers around the sphere that is the pit of your stomach I want to have in knots, I want you to want me so desperately and I collapse to my knees, praying to the Gods that don't exist and never existed except in my mind in my world painted on the ceilings of the cathedrals of my soul and they answer, thundering and I am no longer in my bedroom, no longer awake but dreaming again as the acidic rain of their displeasure washes over my exposed chest and face and sears my skin until my bones as white as snow peak through the fiery red hell that is the remnants of my skin. I'm speaking in tongues so sexual that even Venus is blushing behind her porcelain mask.
The Gods so imagined cannot answer my prayers no matter the fervor and no matter the desire so I find their powers only in that cup of swirling spirits, alcohol so pure and so harsh it burns like the fire I feel for her scorching my soul and leaving it fire hardened and all the sharper and dangerous for it following down the hatch and into the stomach sloshing up and into my skull to cloud my mind into a world...
A world where the lights are throbbing and the dark is suppressing and all encompassing and we are both warm, warm with lust and passion and above all love as you are pinned against the wall and bittersweet cooking chocolate eyes the kind that make you want to melt with them look at me and peirce me and I shudder and shed any last semblance of self control and like primal animals we devour each other letting the carnal instincts take over and thrust us into the world of white hot bliss until it's over and we do it again, until we are empty and there's nothing left of us to give so we carry each other to that world of dreamless sleep where I have no nightmares and I need no defenses because the only person in the world I need is next to me, in my arms and in my care and in the throes of my control.
I wake.
How cold and empty my bed feels, and even with me in it the blankets are slick with sweat and I am flushed, embarrassed beyond belief at my own thoughts and disgusted with my desire and lack of self-control.
A gift for words so poisonous that I'm killing myself slowly with my descriptions of the world I wish existed and I wish I were a part of. Thank you for the compliment, but I'd rather not be lonely. But hush, don't let yourself know that or I might be in trouble with your mentality of humanity and decency. In a way I must say goodbye because the worlds can never clash or I would have nothing left to build my faith on, nothing except a pyre meant to burn.
Burn burn burn.
If I'm so passionate then why can't I scorch your life of all the impurities that exist? Throw me like a coal at your enemies and believe me, I'll burn them alive with the parts of myself you've never even imagined could exist in another human being. Coincide with the cyanide that I rub across my mind and heart to keep my emotions in line and my mind under control because I can't seem to keep you out of either.
Sacrafice my empire just to taste your lips.
Coax you into joining my worlds never meant to mix.
~Alisa
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