Crimson masochist. <br />You bind me with ropes of silver <br />spun from elven locks. <br />I long for the exquisite agony; <br />soul wrenching, <br />internally scorched. <br />Blood lust corruption. <br />Beneath your glare my heart falls. <br />I stumble, <br />tripping over careless nothings <br />piling high. <br />The world stills and <br />minutes retreat. <br />Time moves backward as I run to catch up, <br />knee deep in the soft sadness <br />of your midnight eyes. <br /> <br />We rage against oncoming misfortune. <br />We turn our backs on <br />the waves of wicked wrath striving to engulf us. <br />Reality fades from our sight, <br />slips from our grasp, <br />and it matters not. <br />Lost and pining, <br />we struggle toward the glow <br />of love unrequited, <br />eternal; <br />a mesh of broken stars. <br /> <br />Agony coils at my feet, <br />preparing to taste my flesh. <br />My pleading eyes turn to you, <br />begging you to strike. <br />I tremble as your nails rake my skin; <br />breath failing, <br />my insides tumble. <br />Fires blaze from the darkness of your eyes, <br />singing sweetly of my sorrow.<br /><br />Krissy Disillusion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-sing-sweetly/
