Love Letter From the Soul Liii
M,
It was 3 or maybe 4
shadows attacking
from the ceiling or
from the floor
eyes too heavy to be sure
knives piercing my throat
blood stains dripping
upon cotton sheets
the sheets where I wished you
a thousand nights attacking me
I know your/you're mind/mine
and I know your/you're kind
and no better i wish to find
with all your imperfections
perfectly blending
a glass of the (un)holy
filling my cups
never ending
the dragon as it flys
the bee and her sting
the pond, the sea
the old man, the free
I stare and I stare
no others compare
nor compose
my demons arrest
my angel, my best
this blood thirsty soul
bitten, devoured and drained
now whole
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