aile-lovely

Lover's tongue, and broken weep, lay my head, forever to sleep. Anger's crimson energy, Envy's bitter agony, and the last thing you will see, gun to head, never to be. Smile taunting, Insincerity mocking, without a regret, you know what is best. Born by my mistake, lived worry, awake, a fault in her dreams, pain in her death scream. Love never found, no sweet, tender sounds, untouched and purely, never to be. Her lungs deprived breath, her heart finding rest, the act upon impulse, finished too soon. Words written with angst, and the sharp tang of sorrow, the lies coming softly, "I love you too, I'll see you tomor

Your long lost father passed you a sheet, tiny and shiny, reflective and glass, and you fell in love with the face that stared back. what can I say, what a horrible fate... You carried it everywhere, the frame became bare, the glass became dirty, the reflection was fogged. what can I say, what a horrible fate. You washed it clean, if you know what I mean, and in front of your face, your reflection was seen. what can I say, what horrible fate. Your eyes gleam, your skin shone, do not get me wrong, you are beautiful, now listen to me, I love you more than you will ever see. what can I say, what a horrible fate. That gl

Close to the edge, so close, each nudge pushing me the slightest bit closer to that seemingly endless fall.  My stomach lurching as I looked down over the side of a sheer drop, straight down, rocks and water churning at it's end, barely visible through the thick white fog.  Her words brought me back, no matter how fleeting they may be, her hand a firm hold on my life, the gun safely tucked away in her jacket pocket, safety on.  So thankful I was for that.  I looked to my side, whispers from the others taunting me and I took a step forward, teetering on the thin blade of beginning and end.  The knife twirled and thrown and saved as I attempted

Augmenting, fragments of broken noise, minds eye shattering, eyes, an internal eclipse. Skin, devoured by maggots, sweet scent of decay, finally, bones revealed. Pressure, blood pools in distaste, crimson reactions, brutal, killer words. Stab. Cries of pleasure, Liquids flow freely, imprisoned in freedom.

Warm, desolate, sandy... water filters through the grains, tickling against my skin, the touch ignites. I fly. Safe, quiet, together... nose to nose, breathing even, and careful, do what you wish. I smile. Wrapped, curved, smothered... ribbons float delicately, along my sides, passionate moans. I live. Ice, snow, alone... hands running carefully down, finding their target, a practiced art. I know. Love, lust, caution... My trembling voice asks, permission, what do you say? I wish.

 I sit, ripping tiny morsels of chicken off the bone.  The delicious scent rolling off the air... my greasy fingers wandering across the hardcover drawing book.   trembles. Wh-what, could I tell them? I had tried before, I mean... no, guy on guy wasn't all that attractive anymore.  Hadn't she taken the hint, that maybe just maybe I didn't find that form very attractive at all. Sure, I still liked men, as long as they were feminine to the extreme, I shrugged off the fact that most of those were gay themselves. It's not like it matters... I mean, who cares? I shudder at the thought of my french teacher, her w

Words. A bullet to my brain, "I just want to die." Frightened. I love you, you know it's true... so much to live for, so much to lose. Don't leave us behind. Eight shots of alcohol, blurring my vision. "You have him more than I have her." You know it's true, You must make it through. Death. Stale scent of decay, lingers on my skin, "Let me be the one," Entwined hands. "to make it better." Knife to flesh. Blood, iron, salt, "What did I do to deserve this?" Nothing, life is a fucking bitch. So tired. I want to fall asleep, and never wake up. A peaceful ending... "Not for those you left behind." Pain, hatred, loss?

The acrid scent of burning flesh overtook me, the sharpness of it sending me spiraling.  You'd think I would have been used to this "torture of the lungs" by now, yet my heart was pounding incalculably fast in my chest.  I had survived thus far, so it seemed I was safe.  Nestled securely under concealing layers of coarsely made material... it would appear perhaps that I was asleep, snug in my bed... though, insomniacs rarely participate in the act of sleep.  At this moment, it was even worse... curiosity at my insides, clawing torturously at my ribcage.  How did the saying go?  I was pretty sure the traditional words were, "Curiosity kills th

Looking around the room, I suddenly realized… no. No. More. Torture. I would be my own person, no longer under the influence of beings… that perhaps weren’t even there.  I wrapped my arms around the short female, pushing myself close to her.  Even though she wasn’t exactly responsive to my embrace, the gorgeous one was infuriated.  What wouldn’t she give to physically feel her against her skin, the yellow tinged surface of her being perpetually cold as stone, perhaps even warmed by the tiny girl she so adored.  Moving away from us she glanced down to the boy, and began talking fluently in a dialect I doubted was huma

I leaned against my angel, her breathing soft and even... like a lullaby.  The steady beat of her heart drowning out the buzzing of flies fucking and the electric fencing. My fingers travelled across her flank, cinching her up tighter before leading her out.  My ears numb to any noise that she didn't create.  I lifted my leg, missing the first time and finally managing to find the rock I used as an aid.  I jumped, using her whithers as leverage, propelling myself forward and sideways onto her... until finally, I found myself seated comfortably on the broad expanse of her painted back. I pushed her forwards with my legs, hair floating freely