PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

If you think
the beauty I create and portray is nice,
you should see where it comes from
buried down and caged deep within
these unbreakable walls
scathed by valiant souls
aching to get in
and have a taste 
of the crimson syrup
that flows through my veins.
I'd love to play you a song 
along my ribs 
like a windchime in the wind;
to rip out my heart- and so delicately hold it for you
as you take the blade of your Tumi- to me
And graze it over the outer most layered part of this untamed beast within.
Sacrificing me, to see a kaleidoscope of colors emerge from within.
Covering you, burning you, cooling you-to your bones
Feeling every ounce of desire and pain burn the epidermis of your skin
and begin to flow in your veins.
You can have all of me
and all I'll have left is a mind
that see's,
I gave you my best piece of art
I gave you the enchantress within,
the container of my love,
the lust of my sins.
Falling to the ground
onto my knees
I see where I came from
and to where I must go.
You withold my heart now
and that is one masterpiece
I've always wanted to show....
(last breath)
the world.