Poems from Ronstoppable98
What is life
But a preparation
Of going into a different world
And meeting a Father
Face to face
Either showing us how proud He is
Or...
Kissing a body
That you've dismembered
With the hacksaw of lust
Pouring yourself
A cup of blood
And drink it like an
Intoxicating fine wine...
I waltz around the corner,
Hoping, but dreading, for something,
someone, to lift me from this ground
as I reach the depths of the sun....
What is a kiss,
And where does it lead?
Does it lead to the dungeons
Of torturous pleasure?
That feels so good,
So intoxicating,
But...
Blood is life
But what life does it serve
If all we ever do
Is drunken ourselves with it
We desire to make love
But what love do we make...