Thread: Our attraction is hate

I watch you when you sleep
I grin at your face as you weep
I gently stroke your bruised face
The scars from you fall from grace
I pity you as your body dies
The agony in your breath only cries
Slowly your soul ebbs away
Whispering gently for me to stay
As you linger to your mortal life
Slowly I discard this knife
Watching your heart burn in pain
To know that in your death my eyes did not rain
Those tender words you don’t dare to speak
Those which would make you weak
As your soul twists and curls to wriggle free from your mortal coil
So shall the tears flow from my eyes like the rivers of yore carved its path through the mountains
Creating the scars in the rock
Reminding us of the inevitability of life as time flows from the river
Constantly changing, forever moving, so shall your soul reach
For divinity
Endlessly searching for perfection
As time disowns your poor soul
You become lost, unable to proceed forward, preserving your spirit for
A stronger mortal to fight me back
You lose your will to persist your perfection and forget what we had
At our last
Our intimate hate