Odyne

The stains of submission fade

What was once blue and rude

Fades to yellowish ugly marks left behind

As she washes and looks

The memories of the touch that was

The surrender that left these marks

She smiled and washed

The feel of her tender bruises

Left a grin befitting some chased feral beast

As she licked her lips and smoothed the touch

Another night she will again

Surrender to that unconditional touch

With sly grins and flushes

She will again return to accept

The touch that will fade with time

And sing the song once again

The lyric of surrender complete

“Yes please use me” she cries with a smile.

Visage of Lacuna

What once was is dying in the shade of oblivion

Where nothing but a drop of despair lingers

What once was an ocean is a trinket now
and the coldness seep through those dead fingers

The omnipotent lust and the grip of solidarity
now engulfed by the visage of an augmenting lacuna
where neither light nor breath reaches a satiety
the fear instill in the heart is now but a jewel in corona.

Yet thee hold the flame brewing in the wavering heart
when the emotions are but a mirage of the past
rise and receive your judgment o’lil beings
for it is I that crush thee soul to smithereens

Thy tears shall be my sin, serve as my accolade
and when dried, leaving a mark of the night on that face
but then my heart shall not feel or beat a symphony..
as now all that exist is hollowness and raging gluttony

To devourer what is mine to feed endlessly to crimes
till the walls shake and your screams in it chimes
your romance flow endlessly yet to no avail
and parasitically my feelings started to derail..

Towards the End