A full stop.
Stamped across ashy lips
Snapped shut by brazen fingertips
Words choked blue in throats
Poisoned by the air that floats
All over this ghostly mansion.
Some call it my heart.
A full stop.
Tattooed on our backs
Gorging everything it lacks
Relentless questions, screaming facts
Yet on the heart\'s bullhorn it acts
Everytime we\'re struck by a painful blow.
Some call it cupid\'s arrow.
A full stop.
Over the other side of the hills
Dimmed by the illegible scribbling on these pills
All colors of the rainbow, gnarling reds and calm whites
Glimpses of a lavender sky & purple-pink kites
Folded by a stroke of lightning, angry Zeus
Some call it the lovers\' ruse.
A full stop
Staring back at me through empty pages
Screeching a tempest within glittery cages
A hornet\'s nest walloped open
Bloodied bites on naked skin, unbroken
Deceased eyes resting upon an undead face
Satin dreams stripped down by bristled lace
Some call it one\'s own undoing.
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So where are we now, o voyeur of unknown lands?
Come closer, why don\'t you? Let me find peace in your wounded hands.
We aren\'t welcome anywhere, the outcasts that we are
Both of us, so why don\'t we just sprint away together, somewhere magnificent and far?
\"I\'d love for us to\", he says. His voice echoes in her heart, what beautiful silence!