Reached

Gushing pain of red. Crying souls of black. A wish that can not be reached.

Hold me, is someting that can kill me.

Kiss me, is something that can burn me.

Your touch is what sets this inner fire of lust.

Caress me, inspire me, hold this pathectic figure of what you call happyness.

Run your fingers through my hair.

Enter this sweet scented lair.

To imagine such a purity, such strength, our love.

Do not enter, do not touch.

Is what we ask, so much?

Love is true. love is pure.

Yet they say what we feel needs to be cured.

Your arms around me, there chains around you.

Your lips across my skin, there whips across your back.

Gushing pain of red. Crying souls of black. A wish that can not be reached.

Tell me why i just cant reach?

One day, some day...

We will be free.