Blood On The Sword

Standing on the edge of lust
Crying out for fulfillment...
Never again with you.

Impaling my heart
No words could say
When the end comes.

Stomping down on my needs
Using me for the benefit of
A taste of false paradise.

Like a drug we come back
Time and again lost in
That nasty ritual...dead

Sex is a formality
For the game we play
The blood on the sword.

Tell me again when
Has the heartbeat of love
Stopped for us?

Will I ever see the
Heart of love reign
In our lives again?

Or will the stench
Of false lust
Brand us the whore?

~Raven
28 November 2009

Trapped

I cannot stand this game we play,
Circling each other waiting for the
Wounds to begin bleeding.

I hate the way you look at me,
Ready to say the words that
Make me scream in agony.

Trying to find a way out of this mess,
You block the doors
Making it impossible to leave.

I score your flesh and heart
With viscous words, hoping,
Pleading for you to go away!!

In reality, the way you
Make me feel
Really pisses me off.

Tell me how many more games
Must we play before
This hellish eternity is over?

Trapped in this gilded cage together
Shards of glass scattering the floor
The remnants of angry words spoken.

A bloody mass we leave each other,
As we wait for the end....
The last whip lash to fall.

I really wish you would go
Take your twisted thoughts
Of what love should be.

Take that black heart of yours
Throw it into the pits of hell
And let this pain die in peace.

~Raven

20 November 2009