Your eyes have such depth that even poseidon would drown

you were lost on my lips;
and erased from my mind,
yet buried
into my heart.

You were a thorned rose; placed onto a rotting grave,
who made even death;
seem beautiful with *grace.

You are the beautiful nightmare that haunts me awake;
into a place where my reality seems nothing but-
**bland and opaque.

Of all the things that I could wish and hope for,
I prayed to a god who I doubt and disappoint;
begging for him to take me back in time,
just so that I could unmeet you... for one last time,
frankly, there isn't much that I wouldn't do,
for this to all become true.

Something within: numb, cold and cruel.
creeping inside; persistently to hide.
shivering, deep aside.

How foolish was I to imagine
that I alone,
could be a ship;
in your turbulent
and tumultuous life,
when you were the ocean itself.

I dig my nails into my skin,
wanting to feel something that is deep within,
but nothing is ever enough,
and I never seem to win;

I pour a glass of wine;
and sniff amongst the vines,
sensing the scents of a million heartbreaks,
that were only ever mine.

As sleepless thoughts savage,
the devil whispers into my ears,
softly triggering,
resonating melancholy,
the moan of a creature known to be depraved
and sinister,
soon becomes the lilt of an angel
who was once unfortunate
and misunderstood.
he calls me religiously and persistently,
captivating and lurring me,
to a side that has a melody; unknowingly *unholy.

A ray of bliss thus becomes
a miss of broken dreams
and delicate pearls
scattered across
the purple skies
that glistens
and smiles