Thursday, February 16, 2012

harbinger of disrepair

harbinger of disrepair

by Charri Hensley on Wednesday, 15 June 2011 at 13:31 ·
you calling my name,
as a fire to me,
ash i become,
you touching me,
as the blade to me,
I bleed,
you kiss my skin,
as acid to skin,
caustic to living,
death of pleasures essences.
you loving me,
as flame loves wood,
as rot comes with dying,
love as a servant to master,
devotion from you,
only a pestering to the light,
devotion from me,
not more than a hideous disturbance.
no hope to cultivate joy,
your love is ken to the four horsemen,
nay, comes death with your love,
comes, utter ruination at your verbal pestilence.
come, with your words,grave darkness,
comes ;your shadow as the harbinger of disrepair.
I cower, I fail the, I fall.

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