A voice of comfort...

Dedicated to Tanaka. Tanaka never bothers reading this blog :) but nonetheless, dedicated to Tanaka...




The pristine blood pours forth from your unseen wound
Leaving your pallid soul drained
Deep in the most diabolic forests of obsession
Your body cringed and twisted with pain

I can caress your singed heart with icy fingers
Let me blow upon your agonized brow
A soothing wind of oblivion
Screening my own tempestuousness now

Let me elevate your scabrous mind
Let me unearth from your skin, that poisonous dart
In every quiver of your fingers
I can see the thunder slashing you apart
The gentle swell of your chest
Shows me the reticent floods you never shed
Every crease of your molten face
Tells me something different about your broken heart

Amidst a hundred drops of rain
I know the one that fell in pain from your eyes…

Rust

These are a few simple lines on the irony of impossible love. Some might find it depressing or just funny but I seem to find it uplifting. Makes me feel like its ok if things are not meant to be. It might seem like two people are so wrong for each other but actually they're just right. They mix, melt and together, grow into something different. Don't know if I'm making any sense here...

"You so metal and me so water
Washing over you, I now taste metallic
But try as I might to not corrode you
How will you keep the intoxicant from an alcoholic?"

Hahaha...yeah, it does sound funny when I read it now.