The Esoteric Web

The thorns had scared her back I could see the many jaded promise The many constrewn lies I softly kissed her face as she slowly, slowly died I licked her blood Feeling the flood as I wept For I knew she was no longer Yet, the trickles of languid sweetness invigorated my pain From side to side From within to without Lifting her to the lips of my mouth Her tears spoke in syllables undead Still entrapped upon her spire bed She fell three times under her cross of Golgotha Discarded dreams climbed to nightmares For now hammers pound me down As spikes resound Driving through what was left A love that slowly crawled and crept Dying in the palm of my hand Dying in the distance of deathly valleys and drifting sand I hung