Unspeakable...
Untouchable...
Indiscernable...
But yet is being felt.
Hidden in the air
behind the veil of conciousness,
you're watching me,
seeking something I possess...
Am I a hydroponic pot
for your flower of evil;
a creek of life
in your insatiable desolate desert;
a potencial wishing well
for your unspoken dark desires?
You are sucking my serenity so greedily,
drinking my courage drop by drop,
sipping my will through sensibility,
turning my flesh into a prisoner of malicious shadows.
I would grab you,
I would stab you,
I would make you leave my place...
But you have leaked into my blood,
creeped into my brain,
penetrated even into my illusions...
Unspeakable
© Copyright: Юлия Эбервейн, 2011
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