Cold Blue

[soulfir3]

I have watched his eyes
change with his own appearance
morphing from warm blooded lover
too the cold stance of a stranger
who's hands I no longer recognise
fingers embedded underneath my hide
bruising the soft supple skin
blisting so easily,
from scorching heat within
I feel him penetrate,
tear me until I'm bleeding
deaf too pleas,
succeed only in sickening arousal
as eyes turn from coal like black
I see flickers of green
haze my point of view
lips graze my shoulder
giving pleasure,
only to be replaced
with seering pain of teeth into neck
forcing me to draw backward
so harsh is his hatred
I lie bleeding,
strangled by the touch of his
own hands
too busy satisfying selfish needs
was once only for night time feeding,
now his greed grows stronger
and lust drives the soul
does not notice me
dying slowly
under his heat
as I become a
cold blue corpse

[anirbas]

I wish I could say, I can't identify with this dark, poignant offering...
Found myself thinking been there, done that, in reading it...
Slice of life, not many dare delve into, poetically...

(((((Soul)))))

Nir.

[dawness]

the heart has no illusion when hurt deeply. priceless gem, soul! too much angst here, i feel like there are many dead men walking.