Darkened is the sky

[haste]

Darkened is the sky, so bleak, so grey
In the distance a ray of sun attempts to shine
I look up at it and feel its struggle
It’s a struggle that I myself embrace
Borne through the knowledge
Of a distant memory, of a past now fleeting
You wield your hold upon my heart
And I seem to thank you for it, in my own twisted way

We hold each other in moments of sexual passion
And I feel the emptiness that now resides
In a place that emotion once flourished
Your eye’s lifeless, as if trapped in another moment
I can’t help but feel there is another
And as much as my head yearns to release me
My heart clings to your now lifeless body
Awaiting in quiet desperation for a moments past

I rise from the bed, quietly and gently,
In the hope that I don’t wake you
Perhaps freezing time for a moment
While I’m caught in disillusionment of what just occurred
I dream and hope that when you wake from slumber
Things will return to the way they once were
Deep down I know this to be fantasy
A fantasy that does me more harm than good

I approach the window and rest my weary head upon it
Gazing through its protection from the frost bitten wind
The clouds darken and engulf what little sun was beaming
I feel my spirit burdened with heaviness
As if my fate is somehow connected to what I’ve witnessed
Could it be that your dark clouds have dealt me the same fate
I tremble in desperation
This has to stop

I turn to look at you lying on the bed
An angelic image projects itself upon me
And I begin to doubt whether my fears
Are of any relevance, of any founded truth
Do I let go of what little I do have and walk in complete darkness?
Or do I cling to my little ray of sunshine?
In the hope that one day it breaks through the darkness
And touches your soul

Tormented is the soul that sees no other hope…

 

[RareForm]

We hold each other in moments of sexual passion

i like this part. very good.

 

[neverwas]

We hold each other in moments of sexual passion
And I feel the emptiness that now resides
In a place that emotion once flourished
Your eye’s lifeless, as if trapped in another moment
I can’t help but feel there is another
And as much as my head yearns to release me
My heart clings to your now lifeless body
Awaiting in quiet desperation for a moments past

your writting leaves me sturggling for words

I turn to look at you lying on the bed
An angelic image projects itself upon me