14 June, 2015

Life is Pain... Pain is Art... Art is Revolution...

   I hunger to escape him.
I dream to linger in his arms
   and bathe in the aroma of his skin.
To run away and never remember
   my aching love...
The passion was a fantasy;
   the flame of naked lust.
I bleed adoration he rebuts,
   and clutch to the promise of life.