Quintessence



Unobscured fragilty is thick in her eyes
Little misconceptions disperse into lies
The devils laugh whole-heartedly as the angel dies
This is the night that she buckles down and cries.

Beautifully stitched and well defined
Her never-ending sensuality is one of a kind
Building upon a relationship that runs deep intwined
Veins that push
The blood that flows
To the heart of hearts
The heart that loathes

The heart I speak of isn't alone
It beats heavily against the bone
Tantalizing laughter in this violent heart
Ripping at the seams, tearing it apart

These angelic orbs
Gaze into another's eyes
The light it absorbs
Is a perfection, no lies

Her sweet silhouette graces the horizon
Living proof, I dare keep my eyes on

There still exists, pure beauty in this world

Exemplary perfection when she did smile
An event in which nothing could possibly rival

Blue is the color for her love
Her soul is passionate
As the color of the dove
Nothing could even be considered
Nor could anything be compared
To the soft divine eyes she shines onto
The beautiful and the unprepared

Seeking shelter in the arms of another
The arms I speak of
her chosen lover

And in this secured embrace
Her heart loathes no more
Warmth overwhelms her
The once lonely veins finally lace

This heart, once a tomb
Has found her solace in an artificial womb

This world won't tear apart
The laces that bound her heart
To the love she has chosen
The love she had thought died
The love she once thought frozen

A warm place for her body to rest
Arms pulled closely to her chest
She smiles at me
This is where she should be