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And the flames, they flicker
I could be, a dark haired devil, an angel from the underworld, for you.
Sear my hand, through your soul, with a touch, cupped hand, to your cheek,
fingers tracing slowly down, silky skin.
Set your knees a tremble, with blue eyed fire, and the sweetest of sin, in a kiss.
I would tear reality apart, reorder nature itself, for you.
If you would only give me the sweetest of my dark desires.
Your heart.
I am a fallen prince, bereft of god's grace, I would sacrifice it all,
many times and more, over and again, to once more, look into your eyes,
to know, as I held your face, 'tween cupped hands, that in your heart,
for me, still remains, a place.
Happiness, peace of mind, always a step ahead, miles outta reach, just far
enough, to keep the flames aflicker, but never really made,
for ones, such as me.
I am an angel, so far from beauty, so far gone, from grace, blackened
heart, beating still, like I sorta think it should, leaves me to wonder,
exactly how, I would ever know.
I've gone to the ends of the road, and clawed my way back, broken,
bleeding, stumps where wings once grew, all in search of the hope,
keeping this heart beating, that shines so faintly, seldom, tantalizing with
glimmers, but burns like flame, in you.
Taken away, been cast out, flame flickers madly, as the winds gust about,
pathetically flickering light, almost all, blown out.
Hope is a mental resource, fast running out, everywhere I look, always,
always another lie.
Yet in the hourglass, which is no longer, ever, more than half full,
you stop the sands, reverse the flow, now nothing really works,
except at a crawl.
I could be the angel, from your dreams, dark of hair, blue of eye,
possessed of a heart and soul, seldom seen, tempered in my
own damnation, forged in fires of tailor made, personal hells,
emergent from the flames, better than ever, I could have been,
before.
If only you would take the hand, I keep held out for you,
attached to the shoulder, that will one day get numb, from being held,
out in hopes, about what would be, should be, if you could see,
how much, is here for you.
I would sell my soul, a dollar at a time, whatever it took, to get you
what you need, to find the bits, that would make this puzzle, whole.
I would give you everything, every last drop, of the fantasy,
that is my sanity, to spare you from the cross of confusion,
on which I've crucified myself, a thousand times before.
I am a black hearted devil, surrounded by a halo, which ever,
and always, seems to shine, far too pure. I'm so much less than
any of you could ever know, yet I would be, so much more,
than anyone one, likely, will ever truely know. I just need the love,
that I never get to, ever keep, no matter, where I go.
For you see, I was stunted when I fell, blessed with the good grace,
to enjoy, many the sudden fall, as life had its way, took away, my sanity,
took away. Nearly. Took it all.
Give me your heart, I'll trade you my soul, we'll find the way together,
match, the missmatched pieces, we'll find the way, to once again,
be whole. And I would do this all, all of this, for you.
*whispers*
Your heart.
Your heart.
Your heart.
Take my hand.
