Gothic Love

The synchronization of our tongues
Ripens my soul out cold like a forbidden fruit
The garden of eden deepens the paradise of a disturbed land of rejected creatures like myself.

The fire burns in my eye's and the smoke storms around my soul.

You'll make me cut my wrist...
Bleeding passion
Bleeding from a dead body's spirit
Bleeding enough life being manufactured from my soul.

You're the cause of intimacy crawling out of my breath
I guilt trip into your self kept arms
The explicit ecstacy crawls it's nails into my scattered heart.
The pain cuddles under the sheets of my grievery.
I'm into her better than the suicidal thoughts slavering her.
Let us birth a love goddess
Let us become our own death
Let us be a new profound knowledge of the hidden breeds
Share my casket with before we're two inventions down the History book's.
Let us scar each other until there's no skin to porch.

Hypnotized beings drenched with each other's entity
Troubled by destiny befriending their past animosity.

Our words weigh heavy burdens on our shoulder's.
Dying like art has had enough with our shaded minds
I've got your soul signature burned down my spiritual path.

Let us sit and watch as time grows besides us
We're taken care of it so well that it holds our memories
No one comes between us except the winds blowing through our transparent bodies.
My solely awkward nature to show love is the reason behind the trust issues I posses.

Burned bridges, old stitches, trapped in a maze wickening.
The deepening desire salvaging my thirst of loves ignition
That burns the forest, my demons are currently hiding in
It's an exploited scene, we both slaves of this critical illness.

I write a scripture with a bleeding dragon heart, knifed words through an imparted paper that loosens twisted auras.
I feel dead inside with a psychological prove that we're interpreted to be.


It's the love you can't change even if the the emotional Rollercoaster is a road to hell.

Let's glance through the glass while it's empty because our hearts don't fit.
With lack of experience to further comprehend our durability
Maybe as one or many survivals
Away from each like two head raged English man on a blood stained war zone trying to stop peace from being the only atmosphere.

Your my religion because I keep praising your flaws from your soul.
Undeniably a cynical character
Undeniably a sophisticated quote I keep as an apparition for my tainted mind.