The Death of Love

A poem .......The Death of Love

It was premeditated murder. The stake perched upon the Death of Love.

It was the beginning and the middle and the end of Love.

It is in the grip of darkness, we look to the skies above. There the stars shine overhead - saying, "Give me your soul for the dead." "It will be raised up to another life instead." "Yes! To another Death of Love!"

Bury me with my poems, so that when I reach the other side, I can write about what it feels like to die and other things, to cross the pearly gates, fanned by angels wings

No one tries to warn you about these things: the hurt, the pain, the damnable lies. But for me, it was your eyes, oh! How they hypnotized. What is now, what was then and what should never be again. And I think, I will never live to trace your shadow softly. To pine after Love, what an absurdity!

And I listened quietly, as you played your song and I thought our love would last forever, but I was wrong. But we loved with a love that was much more than love, a desperation.....begotten of a phantom.

We are among the dead and dying.
We hang our heads down and we were crying.
There is no hope of faith, we have quit trying.
It is true, we have worked at this so long.
My foolish and garish pride, caused me to do you wrong. A never ending search for a truth not told. Look at my eyes, you can see the lies, like snakes coming out from them...but take my hand, I know you'll never find, another one quite like mine. You are all alone in your misery, but you could have been deceived. You know that words are the hardest things to believe. Do you know the misery, in the wicked world you fear? Once you taste my poison lips of infamy....the ghosts of your soul will reappear. As you are now, once was I, as I am now, so you must be,

Bury me with my broken heart on a pedestal of unrealized and damaged dreams. When I reach the other side, perhaps I will understand what you seem to mean. Your acceptable level of cruelty, where the things you never did seem more real than what happened. We have much ahead of us, this Death of Love, how long must it be? It will play itself over and over, me the Amateur and you the man with the sexy lure of words, like swords that pierced my soul. The "Death of Love " was not my goal.

Bury me, for I have taken all I could.
Bury me, I am hopeless and misunderstood.
Bury me while listening to my final scream.
Then will fall the blade of the trusty guillotine .

The 4 o'clock sun shows me your shadow.
The west wind blows to me your scent on a breath....
You were mine for a year, a moment,
But I am yours till death.

The blessings we had were far beyond the cursed. But it was like a requiem or a dirge that we rehearsed.

I took you as my lover, although your lips were cold . You had the breath of death, your eyes were so bold, I wanted your bite, and to be taken into the fold. For you were the Death of Love.

Your beautiful face smiles at me,
Unloosening the tragedy,
Because you will say farewell
I have no words to say but those I will mumble at your grave. I will put my soul up to sell.

I have seen the reapers face.
He took life from it's place.
I have seen the children of the dammed
Cheer when the virgins fell, for that was always the plan...virgins always fall, we know only to well.

In the eternal battlefields, no prisoners shall they take, everyone one will get raped outside of the seven gates.

Come on! Raise your knife!
Welcome us to your sacrifice.
I saw the lightning strike you
I heard your roar of pain,
The knife came down without a sound
And your warm blood mixes with the rain.

Calmed by the cold winds of funeral dust,
Death came flying upon black wings
Darkness shines thru where the angels fell from heaven and evil enters in and sings.

Hear you all the mighty sound of Damnation
Ravaging your soul, leading you to temptation.
And before you can catch your breath,
Their black eyes are celebrating death.

Lift up your ear and hear
The angels crying in pain
And look to the darkened sky
And you will see an eternal flame.

Hear the sound of thunder rolls
As Satan chimes the bells of death
And becons each and all of your souls,
As he let's out a fiery breath.

All this won't stop the blasphemy
We will drag Love to the sacrificial throne.
We tie it there in it's great dispair.
And we Celebrate our victory: the Death of the Death of Love.
We will all take turns, we will all take part...
And each, drive a stake into Love's heart.

And there is the Dying of the Death of Love.
And there is The Death of the Death of Love.

When the sun comes up, the demons will go down,
Leather and lace, are they dressed and are bound.

When love went blind, you made me see
A picture of days gone by, how it was I was and how it was you wanted me to be.

There was a reason I could not unveil
that all the things that you wanted, because they were unreal.
The sun, oh! And stars, hear my appeal,
I put his love in my heart, you are the seal.

You arms remind me of a warm safe place
Where I could hide if I felt unsafe.
I could pray for the thunder and for the rain,
And pray that you would love me all over again.

But we would have to resurrect the Death of Love.

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